Novel & Cerita Ariana Clark

Ariana stood there, clutching Clara’s blazer like a lifeline, her heart still racing from the coffee, the collision, the sheer, overwhelming awfulness of it all. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick. “I… I don’t know what I would have done.” Clara offered a small, tired smile. “Elise targets anyone Damien shows even a flicker of interest in. You’re the first one who didn’t burst into tears.” She patted Ariana’s arm again. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Seriously. Take five.” Ariana nodded, unable to speak. She turned and walked toward the restroom, Clara’s blazer warm and heavy on her shoulders. It felt like armor. Better armor than her own blouse.

This was my fault, I had let her get too close and Ariana was right about her all this time. Speaking of which, the gates opened and Ariana sped in just then. She parked just in front of the steps leading to the entrance and stepped out looking like a snack. Mamma mia, my breath hitched when I saw how her broad hips showed themselves in those mom jeans, paired with sneakers and a modestly sexy red top. Red. This woman knew exactly what she was doing when she wore the one color that blew my mind whenever I saw it against her tanned skin. Just like Claire, it looked like she just got out of the salon and her hair was surprisingly a shoulder length bob and she had her sunglasses tucked in the c

"Oh my God, Claire!" Vianne had told me that Ariana had always treated Claire as if she was her granddaughter. She loved her, as any grandmother should when she visited. She also indicated that Ariana had expressed her wishes to see her after all this was over, unfortunately, that would be impossible. Ariana would never see Claire Moore again. Tory and Vivian curled around the child, as Clement, Jarred and Zayne barred Ariana from getting any closer. "I just want to know if she's okay," Ariana continued to wail.

Merrick informs me. “What do you mean, it’s really happening?” I sigh heavily. Merrick likes to annoy the fuck out of me when he has information that may be important to me. “Your girl, Aria. Her Bio just went up on the Scarlett’s Treasures website. She will be at the auction tonight.” He furrows his brows, knowing how this is going to affect me.

Everything had happened so fast, I was shocked when she contacted me and asked for us to meet in person, I always thought Clair was a man, turns out he's a she and she's been in my life since I could remember. It was a pity no one really knows who she is, I had the chance to meet her personally a while back, everything just takes time, she was a generous yet painful woman, she can take you whole life and leave you with nothing, in the end you'll still be wondering how she did it. "So, Camila Brinx is dead, what's next?" I ask Clair, she chuckles softly, turning her feline eyes up at me. I keep forgetting she's a real person, the way she just turns her eyes up at you and smiles, it was like s

I will handle him for you. Clara dismissed any thought of replacing her. ‘I want to keep you. I’ve grown fond of you.’ She winked. Ariana had the grit and integrity she needed to be her personal guard. Plus, having good vibes about a person made it easier for Clara to trust her. -=-

I said bluntly , cutting her short and MH harsh tone made her flinch. Instead of answering, she clicked the remote, and the screen came to life. The moment the video started, it was as if the ground was opening up to swallow me. There was a stage with so many spotlights. What I was watching was an unmistakable buzz of a high-profile event. “What event is…,” I opened my mouth to ask but then I saw her and it caused my mouth to go sit immediately. Ariana! Holy heavens! What was she doing there? It has to be her lookalike, I guess.

Ariana tilted her head aside to ask her mother with a slight smile, " What is it, mom?" She started to call them dad and mom very recently. The smiles that they gave her whenever she called them melted her heart honestly. Clarie replied with a mysterious smile, " There's someone who wants to meet you tomorrow. Are you okay with that?" Ariana gave her a confused glance since she had no friends or relatives around. She asked back from her curiosity, " Who is it?" Clarie grinned mysteriously, spoke after turning on the music,

My one true ally and the best source of information Thania had to offer. I didn’t hesitate as I dialed her number, bringing the phone to my ear, the adrenaline coursing through me steadying my focus. It took only two rings before she picked up. “Trish,” Clary greeted smoothly, a knowing smile in her tone. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I need every scrap of information on a girl named Arianna. Damon brought her in from his club as an exclusive.” I kept my voice sharp and direct. “I want it all, and I need it within the next thirty minutes.”

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!