Ariana Edwards Novels & Stories

All these showed that her rich girl talk was fake. I just wondered why she couldn't be herself. Why be ashamed of who you are? She was still talking but I kept ignoring her and put my ear buds on to listen to another song. This time I listened to 'say amen (Saturday night)' by Panic! At the disco. For whatever reason, Mr. Edwards didn't come to class today. I didn't mind though.

, Landon decided to catch up with his daughter. "Do you have plans for today?" He questioned her as the maids cleared the table. "Not exactly," Ariana dropped her fork. "I might hang out with Ryan today, depending on how her schedule goes. She's got a big race for NASCAR coming up so her trainers have been pushing her to the limit," "Ryan? Hardy's girl? The one with the crazy hair?" Ariana chuckled. "Yes, the one who had hot pink hair last year."

She panicked. "Relax, I say. We are still one step ahead of them." She smirked. "How?" "You see, my dear, Ariana hates the crowd. She tends to have a panic attack when she sees a crowd or when she is in the midst of a crowd. Nate is playing with fire. This is going way better that I expected. She's gonna disgrace the entire Garcia family." "Whoa, I didn't know she had Enochlophobia." She gaped.

I leaned on the door and clenched my left chest, where my heart is beating so hard. I closed my eyes shut trying to calm myself and after a few minutes, my heart is on its normal rate. I moved towards the sink and rested my palms on it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I must say, Cyrene is good with hair and make up. She did my hair effortlessly and I love it. She was able to cover the dark circles under my eyes which appeared after too many sleepless nights. She was able to bring color and life to my dull and boring face and darn this pretty gown that she lent me, it complements my skin so well. And she was right when she told me that my gown would stand out from the rest, even Alicia's

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

“Just one party. No Westbrook security. No house curfew. Just us, music, and maybe a few bad decisions.” Ariana frowned, arms crossed on the windowsill of her massive room, the night wind brushing her curls. “My dad’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Tessa snorted. “You think the media’s obsessed with your reputation? Girl, your dad’s obsession is worse. You’re nineteen, not ninety. Live a little.” Ariana chewed her bottom lip. Something in her burned for freedom—just one night without being shadowed, judged, protected like a porcelain doll in a glass case.

you're a disgrace to motherhood! Ariana raised her hand to slap him, but Maven held it. “We don't do that here, Miss. I suggest you get out of this house now before I call security.” Ariana yanked her hands away from Maven's grip. “Go ahead and call Security. Fucking go ahead and do whatever you want to do. You can even lock me behind bars to satisfy your ego, but have this at the back of your mind, Easton Ferdinand, I am not going down without a fight. I will make sure you hand over the documents to me with your own hands.” She hissed and stormed out.

Aria is a 21-year-old woman who is struggling with who she really is. She’s 5’3”, 140lbs, has Hazel eyes with a sapphire ring around the outside, porcelain skin, mahogany red hair a round face with full lips, a perfectly proportioned nose that’s slightly turned down and a cleft chin. Her body is toned with an hourglass figure that is slightly larger in the bottom. She cares a great deal about her health without making it an obsession. She loves reading, writing, and being outdoors. She has no problem staying in and enjoying a home cooked meal by the fireplace. She hasn’t been very lucky in love and she suspects that it has to do with whatever her family seems to be hiding from her.

I glared at my sister, Ariana, sitting on the sofa, looking at the ceiling like a crackhead. "Why? I can't be here?" She snapped without looking at me. "You can't, so get the fuck out of my house." I hissed as I opened the plastic bag. Tim's choice of food for tonight is immaculate. He bought me chicken tenders and wings. "It's been a year, Ares. Don't you miss me?" She walked towards me, stole my chicken tender, and sat facing me. Ariana lives in New York, and she's currently taking over the family business, acting like a doting daughter. People described her as the perfect Jewelry Princess because she's poise and eloquent.

she continued. Before Emily could respond, the door slowly gave way, revealing a beautifully dressed lady. Emily was taken aback by Ariana's stunning beauty when she saw her for the first time. She has a radiant complexion that glows in the moonlight. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of golden locks. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her full lips are painted with a soft pink hue. Her slender figure is accentuated by the flowing white dress she wears, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her graceful movements and elegant posture make her seem like a princess from a fairy tale. Mesmerized by her stunning beauty, Emily couldn't help but stare at