Ariana And Theodore Novel Novels & Stories

Their accounts were littered with photos of shirtless guys. Alana wanted to get married there, but the requests were declined despite our offer to pay double. Now, it all made sense. Arianna would’ve stopped it. We weren’t aware of her connection with the Cortez family until recently. Anger flared when I thought about Arianna now. While my mind said Arianna was innocent, I couldn’t help but realize it didn’t take long for her to jump into another man’s bed. My phone blared. “Hello.” “Brian, where are you? You’re late again,” my father complained.

ARIANA'S POV I spent the entire night replaying the look in Professor Thiago's eyes. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again... cold and dark, like I had crossed into a part of his life I was never supposed to see. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I shouldn't have wandered away from the entrance. I shouldn't have touched those pictures. He had trusted me enough to let me into his home, and I had repaid him by invading his privacy.

Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning. This was going to be our first Tuesday in America and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt but didn't stay to watch how things would play out. Anna's POV I went to my locker and thankfully, no one was around the area. I didn't want to snap at anyone that morning. I opened my locker and kept the books I wouldn't be needing till lunch break and went to my homeroom. There was nobody there, not even the teacher. Thank goodness. Luck seemed to be on my side that morning.

That's the best way, considering the fact that the guy is a snob. "Not everyone is like you, Aurora," Brenda answered. Is it just me or is her tone really mean? Why do I feel like it pierce something in my chest? "Yeah. Not everyone has the same confidence as you." Rita chuckled and even shook her head. I took a bite from my sandwich and just stayed silent. I know they're just being honest, but it partly hurts. It's silly of me to think they mean it the other way, right? "Heron is really handsome. I hope you don't flirt with him and sacrifice our friendship for your desire over handsome guys," Brenda warned and even raised her brow on me.

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

They never had to plan months ahead just to spend time together. Now everything was changing. Not dramatically. Not painfully. But undeniably. Sofia stared into her coffee. "I know we'll stay friends." "We will." "I know we'll talk." "We will." "I know nothing terrible is happening." Ariana nodded again. "Then why does it feel so strange?" The question lingered between them. Ariana understood because she had been asking herself the same thing all morning. Eventually she found an answer. "Because this chapter mattered." Sofia looked toward her. Ariana continued. "If something matters, it's supposed to feel strange when it ends."

Tears slid silently down her cheeks, soaking into the sleeve of her sweater as exhaustion finally dragged her under. Under the cold stars, in a city that didn’t care she existed, Aria slept. Alone. Hungry. And burning with a hatred she never thought she could feel. ---

However, the two of us were taken aback upon seeing a dashing figure pass by us. It was Ari. I instinctively shoved the tonic I was holding at Lowell to follow Ari, but she was too fast. Lowell managed to catch up to me, being agile since he is a wolf. We followed Ari, trying to call her name. She didn't look back and went straight to the hall. We saw how Macan tried to keep tackling everyone, including Ari, before he started to vomit blood after eating the flower that Tora was holding. I was stunned because my chest hurt due to Ari's unstable emotions.

“Haven’t we already talked about this? We can’t keep doing this.” Nathan studied her for a long moment, the grin fading into something gentler, almost regretful. “Okay,” he said at last, raising his hands in surrender. Without further argument, he turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps quiet on the thick carpet. Ara watched him go, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Every time they met like this, she felt like a thief—stealing moments that didn’t belong to her, hiding in shadows, always one careless breath away from disaster. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, a heavy sigh of relief escaped her lips. The tension in her shoulders eased, if only slightly.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, “I’m not going to war. It’s just Theo’s mansion. A giant house full of bitter memories, nosy secretaries, and an ex-mother-in-law who could pass as Ursula with a Latina accent. Totally normal, Ma.” “¡No es normal!” she shrieked, clutching her chest like a telenovela queen discovering her husband’s affair with the chauffeur. “It’s Claudia! She forced you into this with the devil’s power and mafia-level threats!” Dante calmly lifted the first suitcase and carried it toward the shiny black car waiting at the curb. Damian followed with the second one, throwing me a look. “Make sure she didn’t pack knives in here,” Damian told Dante. “If Theo tries anything, I’m not gua