Novel & Cerita Aria Steele

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

Arista was both furious at Levi’s lack of loyalty and angry at herself for not being able to resist him. She poured wine into the cup, pouring half and spilling the other half, soaking her clothes. Then she lifted the cup, ignoring whether the wine spilled onto the ground. Finally, she discovered that all the wine on the table was gone. Arista didn’t call for service anymore. She staggered into the wine cellar, muttering to herself, but no one could hear what she was mumbling...

Arystyn stood in front of Fredrickson’s Art Gallery. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She walked into the gallery walked straight up to Darian Fredrickson and threw her arms around him. “Oh, Darian I am so happy to see you!” Darian's face went pale and his words stammered as he tried to get over his shock, oh baby I’m so glad you have been found safe and sound! Arystyn wanted nothing more than to yell and curse at him and tell him to give her the fucking money back that he had stolen from her, but instead pretended as if she didn’t know about her inheritance and that nothing was wrong. She was going to love him and his little whore to death.

I hate those! "Oh come on, I am beautiful in every conventional sense and you know it…it isn't a secret people try to hide from me. I am always the prettiest girl in every room and it didn't at all screw with my head" Aniston leaned closer to me and she whispered "just so you know, I am being sarcastic, I am obviously crazy but you are not a psycho or something. You weren't really going to drop me in the river, were you Ari?" "Yes. Now, hand over the keys to me. I have got to find Storm" I demanded with an outstretched hands.

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

She only thought of ruining that bitch's reputation; how come that bitch's luck is very good and instead, she’ll enter Zaire’s room? Riley’s eyes dilated, and she grabbed Aster’s hand in agitation. “You. How can you take such a risky move?” She scolded lightly. Aster is famously known as the pure goddess in the acting industry. What if someone discovers her that night and decides to threaten her with it? The thought made Riley’s heart skip a beat.

She has always been in control while I was the pushover. “Oh…Butterfly has always hidden her identity in the past. It was the last video call I had with Miss Reina that I got to find out who she is. But I didn’t imagine she is Mr. Steele’s ex…” He didn’t complete his statement as he deemed it kind of sensitive at this point. “Oh my God,” Ravenna breathed in shock. “That’s impossible. This lowlife doesn’t know a shit about designs! She is a scam, Director Steve!” Ravenna freaked.

"Who was that?" I grabbed a stack of books and shoved them one by one into the bookshelf. Aria came closer, practically breathing down my neck. “Who was she, Evie? She had a familiar face…” I glanced at her. "Oh, that's Scarlett. My client." Aria's brows furrowed, her curiosity unabated. "Oh. Is she a model?” I sighed and turned to face Aria. "Actually, no. She's Stella's sister." Aria's eyes widened in shock, and her voice trembled with disbelief. "Stella's sister? You're representing Stella's sister!?!"

She opened a few big charts on the dining that were delivered today at the house, before carefully observing them and making small notes with pencil. My eyes couldn’t help but trail down from her honey coloured hair tied up in a bun as few loose strands cascaded down her neck. My eyes further trailed down to her loose white dress which did nothing to hide those beautiful curves. I felt the urge to touch her but I couldn’t. God, this is going to be a nightmare. It could take months to catch the stalker. Was I not allowed to touch her or kiss her at all? How is this fair? Aaah fuck it!