Aria Walton Novels & Stories

He did not say anything in return, but Lindsy’s expression changed. “Yulene…” Lindsy mumbled, “Why does she have the same name as Ms. Walton?” Kayson was stunned when he heard what she said. He looked at her and asked, “Ms. Walton?” ‘Weren’t the people that made a commotion at Bwell Therapeutics from the Waltons?’ Queenie frowned and replied, “That’s impossible. My bestie isn’t Ms. Walton.” At that moment, the door to Unit No. 1901 opened, and a sweet-looking girl in a wheelchair appeared in front of them.

As Apollo left the witches' house, Tonya and Alaric turned toward the elder witch, Agatha, who sat in a large wooden chair by the hearth. Agatha was a small woman with an ageless face and deep green eyes, her demeanor quiet but intense. She'd been listening to the conversation without comment, observing the unfolding situation with the calm detachment that came from many years of wisdom.

Back when I knew how to play the game of submissive to survive. I remembered the Omega who tried to run. She couldn’t have been older than nineteen. Maybe twenty. She was young. Terrified. Desperate. She was caught three days later. “No, please.” She begged. “Alpha Vladimir, please… I will do anything, please don’t kill me.”

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

I pulled my nails from the wall and stepped closer to get a better look at Aurora. Madame Aurora leaned in, her face catching a brief glimmer of light. Her hair, gray like a winter sky, flowed past her shoulders. Eyes as dark as night watched her intently, like an owl. The deep lines etched into her face suggested she was in her late eighties, and clearly, she had never heard of Botox. The Gitana chuckled, almost as if she could read my mind. “You,” she said, pointing at me. “What brings you to our fair? You don’t seem to be having much fun.”

Seated on the furs by the fireplace, her long silver-blonde hair braided neatly, her posture straight, her gaze lowered. She wore a simple grey gown lined with pale fur. No jewels. No crown. She was not a queen in the eyes of the world. But she was his wife. And once, she had been a slave. He had chosen her not out of love, not out of bond — but necessity. Valerian’s mate had left him years ago. A disgrace. She had chosen another — a lesser wolf, a traitor — over her fated bond. The shame of it had nearly broken him.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

The uniform was neatly folded with a black barrette on it. Her name was carved on a gold medal on the breast pocket the uniform and it read "Anna Lu : 18th Head Chief Of The Barettes. Anna looked at her name with pride. She started off as a girl from a village who ended up on a wheel chair and now she was here. The 18th head cheif of the Eve's Barettes! She had amazing and unique women under her. She collected the uniform with trembling hands and she really couldn't hide her emotions anymore as her tears fell freely.

he spun around and flipped a page, revealing the face that had all of us spitting fire. "Meet Azalea Valero, aka Susan Thornton, the previous First Lady of the United States. Azalea is Caius's niece. Favorite niece to be exact, and she's the one who's been cleaning Caius's mess for all these years. Hence we never found any dirt on him." "So what the hell do they want now?" Aunt Val asked with a small sniffle.