Ariana Fletcher Novels & Stories

Eyes never leaving Nigel’s, Ariana slips a hand down her pocket and retrieves the invitation from earlier, slamming it onto the table and sliding it forward for good measure. “You know what eventually happens to pathological liars? They get caught sooner or later. Don’t try denying it when you clearly signed this up for yourself, Mr Nigel.” Her smile flattens to a smirk. “Shame that you’re a little too predictable for my taste.” Ariana turns around and flashes a sunny smile at the other members. “And like the generally nice person I am, I’m assuming none of you lovely folks had anything to do with this poor excuse of a prank, so let me reintroduce myself. I’m Ariana Gi—Ariana Montenegro. It’

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

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.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

Ariana pov: The elevator hums as it climbs, each floor ticking by like a countdown to my execution. I’m dressed in my best, a navy pencil skirt and white blouse I ironed twice last night, but I feel like a fraud, like the world can see the cracks in my armor. My reflection stares back from the polished steel doors: Ariana Blake, twenty-four, former heiress, current fool walking straight into Damien Voss’s world. My stomach twists, and I grip my bag tighter, as if it can anchor me against the storm waiting on the forty-seventh floor.

Compared to the past, he felt he didn't seem to know Ariana anymore. She was getting harder to control. His voice was cold as he asked, "Ariana, are you a kid? Why did you block others for no reason? Why are you so childish?" Ariana replied, "I'm quite childish." She smiled. Before Spencer could say anything, she suddenly asked, "Spencer Ulrich, do you know how to sing 'The Little Green Frog'?" Spencer was shocked. "What is it?" Ariana leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes. "Spencer, I'm tired. I think I can't keep this going anymore."

Someone was already there. A woman stood when she saw me. She was older than I expected. Mid-forties, maybe. Sharp eyes. Composed. The kind of person who looked like she knew how to survive rooms full of powerful men. “You’re Ariana,” she said. “You texted me,” I replied. “Who are you?” “Someone Victor Sterling tried very hard to erase.” My pulse kicked up. “That doesn’t narrow it down.” She almost smiled. “Fair.” She gestured to the chair across from her. I didn’t sit.

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“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.