Ariana And Theodore Novel Novels & Stories

He left the room, the click of the door sounding like a final seal on her life. Ariana lay in the dark, the moonlight streaming through the window. It was Christmas Eve, and she had just given away the only thing she had left to the one man she should have feared. She reached down, her hand resting on her stomach, feeling the lingering warmth of him. She wasn't the same girl who had walked into this mansion. She was wilder. More broken. And as she drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep, she realized she had never felt more alive. The next morning, the sun rose over a quiet, snow-dusted Madrid. Ariana woke to the soft sound of a cart being wheeled into her room. Two maids moved efficiently, set

“Me… me what? I mean, wait, I don't understand why people keep on popping their noses into someone's else family affairs. Did any of you see my current mother-in-law kill her best friend to take her husband as you claimed? I mean, wait, how did you girls even come up with such a ridiculous idea? Did your parents perhaps feed you with such trash?” Ariana said confidently, without caring how people were staring at her in shock. After all, everyone thinks she's Aria, the timid and elegant wife of Nicolas Nelsen. The commotion also caught the attention of Nicholas and Mike, together with Tristan.

And when I heard her footsteps that night approaching the study—my sanctuary—I knew it was time. I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t stop the whore from climbing onto my desk. Didn’t stop her from pulling her dress up and moaning like a bitch in heat. I didn’t care. I let my hands roam her body. Let my mouth brush her skin. I didn’t even know her name. Didn’t want to. She was just another distraction. Then the door opened. And there she was. Arianna. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t stop. I didn’t move. I just looked at her—watched the exact moment her heart shattered inside her chest. And it hurt.

She is easily the most excited person but her behavior now makes me feel a little confused and wondering if something had happened that I wasn’t aware of. Thinking to myself I couldn’t help but ask her, "Is everything alright?" Before she could respond, Christian interjected, "Everything is fine, Mr. Theo. Ariana is probably just shy, maybe because I’m here." he slightly chuckled "Ohh," I replied, unsure of what to make of it. "Yeah, it’s nice to see you in my home Mr Theodore. I see you’ve met my whole family—my wife and daughter," he said, gesturing toward them with a proud smile.

The ceiling flickered, struggling to keep up with failing energy grids. On Celene’s abandoned terminal, a file blinked open. No passcode. No encryption. ''Ariella Vale. Status-Weapon'' My chest didn’t tighten. My hands didn’t shake. Of course. I hadn’t been a person in this story for a long time. I’d been a blade. A lever and a fuse. I stepped back. The lights dimmed. Outside, the sky was cracked with stormlight. Somewhere, the last ruins of Thorne Tower were still burning. Then Elsa’s voice reached me through comms. “Ariella…”

Theo had arrived eighteen months earlier, loud and stubborn from his very first breath, and I still found myself, some mornings, simply watching him sleep, marveling at how completely our family had grown into something neither of us could have imagined standing in that church three and a half years ago, reciting vows we hadn't yet learned how to mean. The backyard had filled slowly over the course of the afternoon, Jonathan's parents settled into folding chairs near the garden, his father looking older now but steadier, genuinely present in a way that still occasionally caught me off guard given everything we'd once feared he'd cost this family. My own father sat beside him, the two of them

Jane's gaze seemed enchanted as Arianna lifted her face. "You..." "Allow me to introduce myself, Mrs. Voleta is my pen name. I'm a writer." Jane nodded and accepted the girl's outstretched hand. She started to feel a sense of unease when their skin touched. It was a feeling reminiscent of when she used to hold Gregory in the past. Arianna's face also felt familiar to Jane. It was as if she had known this girl for a long time, although it was difficult to understand where they had met.

Ariana In my rush to get ready to meet Lorenzo, I clean forgot to speak to the queen first. All these rules were difficult to follow sometimes. I spoke to Lesley and she assured me she would let the queen know. Going through what happened to me while I was with the traders wasn’t the way I would have liked to spend my morning, but Lorenzo seemed convinced he could change things. If I could be of help to save others from becoming slaves, I wouldn’t mind telling my story over and over.

she said as Nana Salome just nodded to her. Ariana seemed to be floating in the air as she went down the stairs. She could not forget the argument between her father and her brother in the study room. She couldn’t help but be sad. She thought that everyone would accept her and everyone was happy for her to be part of their family. But she just thought that, because of all the possible objections to her being part of the dela Vega family, Brian was the last person that would come to her mind. Why is that? They're best friends, so why?

He said and hugs her again. Anika didn't notice the tears started to stream down on her cheeks. She cried for the first time. She wanted to tell him how much she misses her parents but even she had no idea where are they and why they abandoned her in an orphanage. Ariana must be lucky to have a father like King Theus. "My Lord, it's a long story. I am Anika Perez of the new era and your daughter Ariana lives in my work now. We switch places by a liquid spell!" I told him everything and he can't believe what's happening.