Ariana Fletcher Novels & Stories

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.

Her gaze turned to surprise, as she stared at Ariana with a look of disbelief. “Lady Aria is a handsome young man who helped us during the hunting festival!?” Greta asked in disbelief. Ariana nodded. After all, there is nothing wrong with her if she reveals her current identity. “Lady Aria is really kind! My mother said a kind person will always be protected by God ….” “Thank you, Greta. At least, I can only help get here for now,” Ariana said sincerely. It is true. Since she's been given a second chance to right her wrongs, Ariana will use the time of her life to helping out as much as she can.

"Scarlett." ******

she says. Looking at Jared, confused, I wait as he turns back to me. He has an unhappy look on his face. I’m more confused as I stand there and wait for him to explain. “Who is she?” I ask, afraid of the answer. “She’s my fiancée and future Luna,” he responds.

Juliana looked at me furiously and let go of my grip looking at me straight on, "The truth, that we are lovers and have been for years, that there is no woman you are interested in and that you only play with them, that you always end up coming back to me and I gave her to understand that I am your woman" I felt furious, my wolf wanted to kill her for what she had said to Gina, "How dare you say such stupid things, who do you think you are, the fact that I fucked you and took you to my bed , does not give you any special treatment you are a slut just like all of them and I would never make you my woman and even less my Luna".

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

she snapped sharply. Ariana gasped. She hurriedly looked back, her heart racing as she saw Elanor standing there with an angry glare. "Sorry, Mom. I was doing the laundry, so I didn't hear your call," she said softly, bowing her head, hoping the woman would stop scolding her. However, instead of subsiding, Elanor's anger grew. "How long can you work so well, Ariana?! Every day, you're making me more and more angry!" Her voice was shrill, making Ariana look down even more.

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.

I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin. "Let me guess, one of your mistresses? I thought you turned a new leaf," She scoffed. A frown appeared on Caitlyn's face. 'Who the hell does she think she is to talk to me like I'm nothing?" Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Martin beat her to it. "Well, Veronica," He started, slipped his hand around Caitlyn's waist, and pulled her close, startling her in the process. "This woman here is my fiance, not one of my mistresses. I dropped that attitude in the past I wish to never return to."

she said, sending Pierce a playful wink. “You just don’t stop, do you?” “Can’t stop, won’t stop, get guap. Ten white toes in them Tory flip flops,” Arianna sang. She looked up and saw the puzzled look on Pierce’s face. “I’m not even going to ask.” “You don’t have to ask,” Arianna reassured him, pulling out her phone to play “Icy Grl” while she gathered ingredients and searched for the waffle iron. She rapped under her breath as she started a pot of coffee. Arianna was only giving Pierce an introduction of how she began her mornings. Usually, there was twerking involved, but she knew that Pierce wasn’t ready for that yet.