Aria Lee Step の小説・ストーリー

The dress was sleeveless and had a big flare from the waist down. "Put it on," his father said and Lily quickly walked into the bathroom and changed into the dress. She stepped out and was looking very beautiful. She found a pair of blue stiletto heels to go with the dress. She left her long wavy brown hair loose which flows down to her waist. Her dad looked at how gorgeous his daughter looked. She was so beautiful. He took her hand and walked her out of the door. The lights were out when she stepped out of her room. Her father guided her toward the staircase. The lights of the house were switched on revealing lots of people, Kate and Nina together with a few people from her dad's company sh

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re the agent who represents A.K. Crusader, right? If so, would you introduce me to him? I’m a model, and I believe I’ll be perfect for his next cover.” “I’m sorry? Who are you?” Stephen had the knowledge to outsmart people like Aria. “I’m Aria Cain, Senator James Cain’s daughter. I’m a model and media influencer.” “Really? Being in the media makes your face too recognizable. After all, your face is part of your brand.” Julie resisted the urge to cheer Stephen on.

Aliana's back was straight, and her eyes widened as she stared at Reid. "Cough, cough, Aliana, do you remember the show we recorded together when you were a child?" "I remember, Ah Ge, is he one of the people inside?" Aliana reminisced about the guests who had participated in the show together, and a person flashed through her mind. Don't you... Is Stein's godmother? "There was an actress named Shaylee Marley inside, I don't know if you remember her. I recently had a play with her. At first, I thought she didn't talk much and thought she was introverted, but as I spent more time with her..."

Another step did not follow… “Aria!”

Kael, who commanded the warriors of the Northern Alliance, had deployed guards to protect the entire floor so no one could disturb her. I stepped into the ward quietly. Arie's cheeks were rosy, her expression innocent as ever. I quickly pulled the dress from the bag, helped her slip into it, zipped the back, and adjusted the straps. Then I took her phone, snapped several photos so she could pick one to post online. My three fathers looked at me in surprise. They had never seen me like this—so calm, so gentle. "It's beautiful," Arie said, twirling on her toes, the moonlight skirt shimmering as she spun.

[Ayla's POV] I pull out my phone, which Aera had so generously allowed me to keep since the cell service around Caelum was jammed around the premises, and search up some music. Once a song that has recently been popular begins to play, I begin to sing along. However, before I can get too far into removing the packed on layers of dust, the sound of locks being unlocked reaches my ears. Turning, I wait until Aera appears with a woman dressed in a simple gray shirt and black pants with her dark hair tied into a bun at the top of her head appears.

I asked, trying to buy myself more time. Turning to me with a small smirk, Ailee watched me with amusement dancing in her eyes. "I know Sharlee told you about your blood..." Her smirk dropped. Turning back around, Ailee continued walking in the direction I assumed my mother was waiting. "I was hoping you would've killed her for your father's death... sad really." Every word that fell from her lips was dripping with sarcasm.

"Aria naturally knew too, yet she still drank it. That's why she agreed to the Alpha Council's arrangement to marry into Dark Moon pack." The words hit Damon like a physical blow. His knees buckled slightly, and he had to grip the nearby pillar for support. "She... she knew?" "Of course she knew. She's a healer herself, you fool. She knew exactly what she was drinking and what it would cost her." Damon's rage attacked his heart, a crushing weight that made his chest feel like it was caving in. The pressure built until he couldn't contain it anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson staining his ceremonial robes.

she asked. Aleira knelt to meet her daughter's eyes. “Not famous, baby. Just trying to help people. That’s even better.” Brent scooped Lara up and kissed her forehead. “Let’s get this show started.” — The stage lights came alive. Aleira stepped out to the sound of polite applause, and then thunderous claps once the crowd saw her radiant smile and confident stride. She took a moment to gaze over the crowd—former colleagues, elite society figures, media representatives, and women from shelters and support centers.