Ariana And Theodore Novel Novels & Stories

"So my only advise for you is try to be that good girl which you've always been to Ryder and I'm certain that he will like you! Ariana whisper that inside her ears and walk away but her face suddenly changed on seeing Theo. **** T b c

The thought alone made him sick. Aria sat on her bed, staring at her phone buzzing with over a hundred texts from Theodore. She read them all through notifications, her heart pounding, but was too afraid to answer. When she was drowning, only Theodoe’s name was on her lips. She thought she would never see him again. When she opened her eyes, his lips were kissing her. But the crowd's glares pulled her back to reality. Theo was from a different world, meant for Darla, not her.

“My apologies.” “You know…” I dragged, slowly and deliberately, tucking my hands in my pockets. Ariana swallowed hard, her eyes begging me to leave. I laughed. “So what are you people doing here?” I asked. “Ariana lives here,” she replied. “How so?” I nodded, turning to her, my lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Ariana’s brows furrowed, her gaze lethal with venom. At this point, she could turn a purse into a weapon and make it count.

“Okay, I’ll go. Don’t— don’t hurt them.” Kieran’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second. Then hardened. “Smart girl,” he murmured. “You’re learning.” He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. It smelled like him. Pine and snow and Alpha. It dwarfed me. “Boss,” I said to Marty, tears burning. “I’m sorry. Keep the tips.” Marty’s face was white. “Aria, who the hell are these guys?” “Monsters,” I said.

Richard's toast was next: "My son has been through more than most people endure in a lifetime. But through everything, he's shown courage, integrity, and love. Aria, you've been his partner through impossible situations. You've challenged him, supported him, made him better. Welcome to our family. Officially." Jules went last: "I met Aria freshman year. She was uptight, studious, and way too serious. Then Marcus happened, and everything changed. She became brave, passionate, and occasionally reckless. But mostly, she became happy. So Marcus, on behalf of all of Aria's friends—don't screw this up. We know where you live." "Also noted," Marcus said. We danced—first dance to a song Marcus had c

ANNORA I sat outside the healer's tent, my eyes fixed on the entrance as if willing Sora and Wendeline to wake up and tell me everything was going to be okay. But the tent remained still, the only sound coming from Magnus's humming as he tended to his patients. I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about everything that had happened. Aegon's anger, Wendeline's slap, the maids' accusations... it all swirled together in my mind like a toxic storm.

But tonight, his hand closes around her wrist before it reaches him, gentle yet absolute, like a door shutting. "Don't," Theodore says, and pushes her back, careful, controlled, like he is moving furniture out of his path. "You've become a monster," Saraphina spits, cradling her wrist. His smile disappears entirely. "You should be careful who you call a monster." She goes pale. I have seen that look on her face perhaps twice in eight centuries, and both times something in the world had already gone badly wrong. "I can leave," Theodore says, turning to me, ignoring her completely now, "if my purpose here is finished, father."

As the evening drew closer, I found myself pacing the room, my heart racing with every step. The sound of a door slamming open caught my attention. My head snapped toward the door as Theo stormed in, his face twisted in fury. “You,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to know the truth. Now.” I froze, my blood running cold. His anger was palpable, filling the room and pressing down on me like a weight. He was furious. What else had I done now? “You—” He stopped, shaking his head in disbelief, his gaze searing through me. “I know you’re pregnant. I want to know how. What’s going on, Anaya?”

They need to take it slow, so Theodore wouldn’t have been suspicious of sudden change. "Just wait and see dad. She will help me and take Theodore away." That way Alicia could regain her freedom back and breathe a sigh of relief. … That night, in a bar in downtown Seattle. "Just state whatever you want and I will grant it to you." Theodore was silent and looked at Aaron with a question mark, "why is it so sudden?" What did Aaron just eat? He was not a generous man who would voluntarily grant someone's wish. "Instead, can I get Miss Becker's phone number? Does she have a social account? F******k, I*******m or Twitter? What’s her username? I can’t find anything. Spit it out her number or her

"Mostly?" Nathan shrugged, unwilling to elaborate. "Ask Jim sometime. I think there's a story there too. There's always a story with Jim." Ariel filed that away, one more thread in a growing list of things this family still hadn't fully explained to her, and let herself, for one evening at least, simply enjoy the sound of two families' laughter overlapping in one enormous, glittering room. Later, when the formal introductions had thinned out and the band had shifted into something slower, Theo found her near the edge of the terrace, away from the noise, the California night cooling the air just enough to feel like relief after the crowded ballroom.