Ariana Clark Novels & Stories

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

I would do anything just to make Dayanara feel happy and put a smile on her face in any way I could. If Leandro couldn’t make her beam with delight, I promised to do that while making up to her for the rest of my life. Before I left the club and secretly waited for her, I asked the bouncer for Claire’s pole dancing schedule and found that her next shift would be on Saturday night. I followed her from the time she went out of their dressing room until she got home, so I was able to know her exact address. I liked her being a conservative.

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

Sean gave me a deep kiss on the cheek, causing a smacking sound. “It’s just you, Ariana, and now there’s him too,” he said, then put one of his hands on the surface of my stomach that still looked flat; my face flushed, and I melted inside myself, yes! He admits it! My Inner Goddess immediately transformed into a cheerleader, wearing a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that only reached below her breasts with a super short miniskirt. She did a somersault in the air gracefully and landed with her arms stretched out, a smile advertising toothpaste looks on her face. We immediately met Renata; Sean said the woman would return to Mexico tomorrow. Renata, of mixed Latin blood, smiled wide when she saw

Clara emptied the box's contents to the floor and stared at Anna angrily "Make up?, you really think you can put something like this on? Even though you do, it went change that horrible looking face of yours. You do not....do NOT!, get pretty in MY house!, you do not have that right, trying to steal my daughters' future husbands, you are not smart nor beautiful to do that!" Clara grabbed Anna's hand and yanked it, Anna fell down with a thud hitting her back hard, Anna bit her lips, stopped herself from crying out in pain. She let out a shaky breath and tried to hold her body up with her elbows but the Clara yanked her wrist from beneath her and held it in a vice grip. Clara held her chin tig

Anna sounds frantic. "Anna...i mean Princess Arianna, you are our long lost Princess. You are our Princess Aria, the daughter of Queen Alina and King Merlion. You have been lost for sixteen years." "Why didn't I see that before, when you told me that your Popsie and Marmee are not your real parents?” “I think the locket is protecting you, concealing you. It did not trust any fairy until now that it felt my true feelings and intentions for you. That's why you can see who I really am even if I glamour myself then.”

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

The auctioneer cued the other employee for a new slave to be brought in the stage. "This new slave would be younger than the others. Her name is Ariana from Yunan Village. Her age is still yet ripe, but as everyone could see, her skin is pure white, her face is undoubtedly pretty to look at even without her eyes. And to top all the deal, this young girl is a pure untouched virgin!" The commentator's enticing words brought some likings to the audiences who were sitting in the curved seat across the stage. Ariana was pushed to the stage, hearing the talk of the auctioneer next to her as he untied the cloth on her eyes, intense light befell on her eyes, making her squint to protect her sight be

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"