Ariadne De Mare Novels & Stories

As she approaches, she notices the aquamarine mermaid behind the reception desk, diligently examining each person's list of ingredients accompanying their remedy. The receptionist, with her shimmering tail, ensures that only those with comprehensive ingredient lists are allowed to proceed. Naida observes the bustling atmosphere of Tritania, the underwater city in the Mediterranean, as the merfolk community rallies together to support the Arcttegatian pod, the visitors from the distant realm of Arcttegat.

Instantly, the room became dead silent. My sudden stride towards Uncle William had also been enough to scare him backwards, even though I was still several feet away. His face was no longer laughing. "I am not some silly girl with hopeless ambitions as you may think," I snapped. "I am Ariadne the Saintess, the marked. The chosen. I was selected by the Goddess herself and a piece of her lives within me. I embody her will, her desires... and yet you are here, merely an insignificant unranked member of our pack, trying to tell me that my succession is not possible because of the genitals I possess?"

Her Marina. THE END

The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie. Tristan had tried to help her, and she had surely killed him. Andrew had settled the sleeping Naomi onto Ruby by the time Elaine finished picking up their few scattered belongings. “Let’s go.” The knight ordered. Andrew followed behind Elaine in the silence of the night, shut up by her very evident hostility. The band moved down a new path, onto a road that looked much like the one they had just left. This dirt road that stretched in front of them led towards the south into the heart of the shadow lands of Artharia. It

Arieon sheepishly smiled, "I'm sorry, I don't understand Italian" Linda chuckled, "My bad. My name is Linda Martini, I'm Mr. Armani's Personal Assistant". Arieon felt a little tinge of jealousy in her chest. The woman standing in front of her was a walking goddess compared to her. Maybe it was a bad idea coming here, she thought. "I'm Arieon Armani, Enzo's wife", she said. Linda's eyes widened and then a large smile overtook her face. "I know that Mr. Armani got married but I've never seen his wife. My, my. You are so beautiful", she said.

She looks always once she thought of what she was doing, openly staring at her supposed brother's arbs and chest, which seemed very visible through his white shirt. "There is this new place, which got opened." Gerald chips in. "The Grand Palace." He says, picking Alexandra's attention. She had heard how dope the place want. Honestly, she also wished to hang out there, some time. "The Grand Palace it is!" Christopher says with a smile. "Can I tag along?" Only the look Rapheal gave her alone, was enough to make her go dumb. Alexandra keeps shut immediately. "It's a double date!" Madison responds, which sounded more like an attack to Alexandra.

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

Zara Dr. Meyers beams immediately she sees me and offers me a seat. “ Zara! I wasn’t expecting you today but it’s so good to see you” She looks at the Stony- gazed man beside me , “ you came with your husband too. This is great.” Marcello offers her a handshake in his usual professional manner and she accepts it . “ Marcello Andres” “ Sharon Meyers. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Andres.” “ Likewise”

The waiters also took care of me and gave me a glass of wine just to make me relax while waiting for my companion. After a minute of waiting, the entrance door opened then I saw a fine lady. She walked towards my direction gracefully. She had a sweet smile. She's tall, looks simple but yet elegant. She's indeed beautiful with her red dress which suits her porcelain skin. I was stunned! Yes, I admitted it. She looked like one of the Goddesses of Mount Olympus in Greek Mythology. She was more gorgeous than before but nah! I was still not interested. I already have the most precious gem of my life which is my angel. The one and only, Angela.