Ariana Fletcher Age Novels & Stories

I looked at them in surprise,why are they scared of me? "What's wrong?",I whispered to Rick. " Ariana isn't a friendly teacher. She turned ruthless at age 10" "Age 10?,what happened??" "Her mom died...and..." "And what?",I asked. "And the kids are looking at us",he whispered back. I swallowed hard and turned to them smiling. "Hi sweethearts...",I said cheerfully. I love working with kids,maybe impersonating Ariana won't be too bad. I got no response from them and I turned to Rick giving him an inquisitive look.

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.

Ariana I felt so angry as I stared at the phone. I took in deep breaths, assuring myself that Dave wasn’t treating me this way on purpose, it was because he had a lot on his plate. But I wished he’d stop treating me like a child. I am now twenty three years old. He couldn’t just make decisions for me and expect me to follow them, that’s not how you treat adults, especially one that now has two kids!

“And this is Rita and Ariana. I begged them to join us for a drink. I basically had to use my charms to make them come join us.” Ariana took a seat beside me and Rita sat beside William, we knew that Mathew was married and didn't flirt around even when we came to bar’s like this. Everyone seemed pinned off in one conversation or the other that I was forced to have small talk with Ariana, she was twenty four year old and worked in an accounting department. She had alot to share about that topic, So much that she didn't notice that I had completely tuned her out, going over my weekly schedule on my mind and What Blair would be doing right now. “What do you do?” She asked breathlessly, as thoug

The fact that both Lizzy and Ariana were basically saying the same thing about Ryan not liking the idea of coming home, and also with how Ryan had reacted when they arrived, I couldn’t help but wonder what could be his reason for disliking this place so much. “Anyway, enough about that silly kid. How old are you?” Ariana asked, catching me a little off guard with her sudden question. Lizzy had warned me that she had a habit of asking lots of questions, so I should prepare to respond to a lot of them. “I’m twenty-eight, but I’ll be turning twenty-nine in the next three months,” I answered.

Arianne mumbled unhappily, “I’m not going. Can’t he come if he’s looking for me? Why should I go to him? I’m not the one looking for him!” Mary’s eyes widened. “Ari… isn’t… your rebellious phase a little too late? You’re turning twenty-two this year!” Arianne was rendered speechless for a while. So, in Mary’s eyes, she was going through a phase right now? She was actually exploding in silence, alright? She finally had enough of being oppressed for so many years and wanted to put a stop to that situation, okay?

"Excuse me?" I answered impatiently, "Don't worry, I'm the one who hired you, no confusion. So, just to be safe: I'm Ariana, 25 years old. The couple getting married are my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend, and I hired you because I told them I had a hot boyfriend. So don't embarrass me inside. We just need to act like a couple for the night with a few pecks, nothing overly intimate “

The last three years have taken enough from her already. Weak and broken, she has become so different from the young woman she once was. I will never forget the night I first saw her, really saw her, for the first time. It was five years ago, on her 18th birthday. Her family’s company, McKenna International, was celebrating her special day along with the successful launch of their new expansion into Asia. Ariana, having just finished her violin tour across China, was standing on a small stage, performing for her father’s clients–a gift of gratitude from a grateful daughter to her beloved, supportive father.

"It was nice to know more about you, Claire." She replied. "Now, it's your turn. Tell me about yourself, Ariana. Then I started. I told her that my full name was Ariana Cathy Smith and I was seventeen years old to which she replied that she already knew my age so I forged on. I told her that my favorite color was black and I loved it because it was the color of night. She raised an eyebrow at that but I went on anyway.

“You accuse Vivian of trying to poison Grandma and you still didn’t apologize.” I folded my arms and arched a brow. “How old are you again?” He blinked. “What?” “I said, how old?” “Twenty-nine. Why…” “So you’re older than me by ten years?” His jaw twitched. “What—no—you—” I tapped my chin as if deep in thought. “Aisshhh. Wait. Not ten. Even if I was nineteen. Four years. Typical Arianna is twenty-five.” I smirked. “But honestly, a nineteen-year-old has a clearer IQ than you lot.”