Ariana Fletcher Age Novels & Stories

A treat for Ariana. Ariana. Thinking her name made me shake my head, an involuntary chuckle escaping me. She was the only bright spot in this whole mess. Her laughter was infectious, and her ability to find something to say in the middle of a life-and-death struggle was honestly impressive. But then, the annoying logical part of my brain kicked in. She was so much younger than me. Thirteen years. Back in the city, she would be out with friends her own age, dating guys who liked the same music and understood her references. She shouldn't be trapped on an island with an older workaholic.

Katrina’s POV Blake looked surprised but impressed. “That’s awesome, Kat.” Ariana leaned closer. “Wait, are you eighteen yet?” I looked down at my tray. “I will be tomorrow.” “What?! Tomorrow’s your birthday?” she gasped. I nodded shyly. “Yeah. Friday.” “Kat!” Ariana almost shouted. “You didn’t say anything!” I gave a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal.” “Yes, it is!” Blake said with a grin. “It’s your eighteenth birthday. That’s huge!”

She thought that she was about to get menopaused because Trisha is now a teenager before she got pregnant again with their 4th baby, even though she and Travis wanted a new baby for a long time. The couple turned at the same time when they heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Trisha went down first. At the age of twelve, she looks like a lady. Tall and has a slender body. But her complexion was obtained from Shaina which was like a milk in whiteness. Arriana is also has a flawless skin and she looks like a model. Shaina smiled when she observed Arriana. She is now wearing only a simple t-shirt and pants. And she turns eighteen by next week. Today, they will pick up Adrian at the airport.

Detention is just a different kind of playground. Anyway—time for introductions, I suppose. I'm Ariana Kings. Ari to my friends, Anna to my siblings, and "that little demon" to anyone who's crossed me at school. I'm 17—well, 17 and a half, but who's counting? I'll be 18 soon by December. My birthday can't come fast enough. I love singing and dancing. Most importantly, I love destroying people. Oh, the joy. The pleasure. The melodious sound of pain—so satisfying, so exquisite. It's like music, but better. The way their faces fall when they realize they've underestimated me? Chef's kiss.

Aria let out a breath before walking past everyone, mumbling apologies here and there, as she walked past their large bodies Aria was 5'5 which was quite small for a woman her age, but she loved it. She walked into her lecture for today which was English, mumbling a little greeting to the Teacher. Aria sat in the middle row, so she could get assets to the board well. With that, the teacher closed the door as the last student walked in. Let's get this over with Was Aria's last thought before bringing out her pink notebook? ___________________________________ 4 hours later

ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went.

But when she looked at her daughter’s hopeful eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to destroy Ariana’s dream. “Can we? Really?” Ariana asks, jumping around while she can’t hide her excitement. Based on her father’s words, she can finally see the Lycan king up close. Like every other eighteen-year-old girl all over the capital, she has an opportunity to look into those icy blue eyes, hoping she can be the one to enchant him.

But she couldn't believe that Oliver had made her his girlfriend. “Are you sure?” "Very sure. So do you agree, mom?" “Sophia, how old are you?” Ariana asked Sophia, the girl was surprised. “Sixteen.” A sigh escaped Ariana's mouth. “Aren't there any other girls older than her?” “What do you mean, mom?” "This girl is too young for you, Oliver. In fact, she's under 17. I want you to find a mature wife who can take care of you, not a little girl like her." Ariana answered bluntly, with no regard for Sophia's feelings.

"am not trying to be anything Jace, maybe I just love and care so much for my parents that's why!?!!" "Ohh- kay! so how old are you now?" he said afterwards. "excuse me? Don't you know that it's rude to ask a lady about her age?" "but you're not a lady!" Jace said playfully. He thinks she looks so cute when she scrunch her nose in annoyance. Arianne shrugged her shoulder in return. "okay i'm sorry!" Jace said while doing the peace sign and suppressing a laugh. "sixteen!" she said abruptly.

“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.