Ariana Angel Novels & Stories

I just couldn’t figure out what exactly. The first thing I heard when I returned to our suite was music. I was becoming accustomed to Angelica’s choice of music by the day. Today she was listening to Ariana Grande’s Into you. When I finally saw her, my breath was taken away. She had moved the coffee table to the side to make space and was currently gyrating to the rhythm. She spun around when she saw me but unlike the last time when she nervously stopped when I entered the room, she had a smile on this time.

His jaw tightened, and he stared down at his plate like it was the most important thing in the room. Left hanging, Ariana shifted her gaze toward Mrs. Bennett. “Oh, that’s Ariana,” Mrs. Bennett said quickly, her voice smooth but slightly clipped. “She’s....sorry. Her name is Ariana.” Jane blinked. “Ariana… and is she a cousin or something?” “Yes,” Mrs. Bennett replied, too quickly this time. “She’s one of Ryan’s cousins. And that’s her daughter, Rihanna.” “I see. Well,” Jane said with a gracious smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ariana.”

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

The first three months were the most fragile stages of pregnancy and she had to be careful. When they reached the office just before Caddaric would unlock the door, his phone vibrated. It was a call from Anna. Thinking it would be something that would threaten security, he answered it instantly. “There is a woman here. Angelina Dante. She says she wants to see Ariana,” Anna said directly.

“One day, maybe, but I recently found out that I have trouble forgivening. I'm dealing with something that has destroyed me from the inside out. More than any evil you could have done to me. So, maybe one day I will forgive you, but now I can say that I understand. And I also think that... Even if I don't believe in the top-la-face, and even if you don't know very well who I really am, I believe I'm still fulfilling a purpose. If it had been at another time, I wouldn't have been interested in knowing your motivations, I would have killed you without thinking twice. But today, I met a person I didn't even expect to recognize me, and because of her and everything I know she went through, I did

Without raising her eyes to him, she continued, “My name’s Angelina Vallebour. I grew up in the family of a potter, Ilona Vallebour, in the province of Arc. But the woman who replaced my mother wasn’t my real mother. I knew that from childhood, but it wasn’t done to talk about it, even to this day. My real mother gave me to Ilona. And every month, she paid her large sums of money, so I would need for nothing. I shouldn’t have known who my parents were. But one day, I overheard the truth.” The girl paused. Then, she shot a nervous hunted glance at the necromancer. Reive stiffened feeling how the young graduate’s voice held his attention. It wouldn’t let him go. It forced him to keep listening

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I absolutely adored her. Last week it was Eva Turner, my number one TV anchor and now it was the actress I only imagined I would ever meet. Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming for real. "Sorry. I'm Ariana, I'm a big fan of your work." I breathed out eventually. "Nice to meet you, Ariana." She smiled softly, I mirrored it. Brianna's a redhead, she has small emerald eyes with flawless pale white skin and red heart shaped lips. She looked angelic in whatever she had on and there was no doubt about it. She's British and her accent is so lovely.