Ariana Fletcher Old Pictures Novels & Stories

he continued. I was startled by the news but I kept my composure, “Fiona are you sure?” I asked again. He nodded in response, “The Fiona I know was Ariana’s cousin and she’s dead” I replied. “Well the Fiona I met was very much alive, and she did have some resemblance to your wife” he mentioned. I sipped my glass and my mind started to ponder, what the hell is Ariana up to? When did she send Fiona to Tacoma? My wife, forever a total mystery only I must unravel.

Ariana was startled and put up a stubborn stance, "I am not going anywhere until Terry tells me why he did this to me! why was he so ruthless? he has to take down the news he uploaded on the internet right now" Ariana said refusing to give up. Camilla was confused, what is this b*tch talking about? what news? she subconsciously took out her phone and opened her news feed.. At a glance she saw Ariana's pictures with the old man, the pregnancy report and a picture of Ariana leaving the hospital.....

He didn't know if it was because the cake was too small and shabby or for some other reason. Darwin felt somewhat irritated. The next post was from the end of April. Nine pictures. A hazy sky, a convenience store, stone steps, a large cluster of roses, a small alleyway, a small bench, hands clasped together, an old photo. The last two, the hands clasped, one old and one young, should be her and her grandmother. In the old photo, there were two elderly people and a woman who resembled Fiona. And there was an incredibly adorable little girl, wearing a floral dress and two braided pigtails.

Under the Photos were written, today childhood lovers get married. "If Ariana is me then what happened to her? Ryan and I were childhood lovers." A lot of thoughts were coming into her brain. She googled about it more but there was nothing about her missing or anything. Arianna wasn't a media person so Kate didn't find her photos or anything more.

Ariana turned down the lights a little bit, and for half a second, I imagined dozing off right there and not waking up until tomorrow. But Ariana had other things in mind. It wasn't long before we were flipping through one of the old family photo albums she'd pulled from the bookshelf. I was expecting something stiff and formal, but what I found instead were moments that didn't seem to fit the Adrian I thought I knew.

she whispered. “Who?” Nathaniel demanded, his tone sharp. The woman said nothing. She only bowed her head and, after giving the envelope, turned and left without looking back. Ariana stared at the envelope for a long moment. Slowly, she sat down again, her fingers unsteady as she opened it. Inside was a black-and-white image… an ultrasound photo. But it wasn’t hers. It was old. Dated six years ago. The name printed on the image was unmistakable: Ariana Vale.

That kindness somehow hurt worse. Everything about the memorial was understated. Elegant. Beautiful. Like her. I walked slowly toward the display tables, my gaze snagging on the dozens of photographs arranged carefully across them. Most were clearly from years ago. Young Arianna. Off course. Liam would not have any recent photos. But these pics, they cut me like a knife sliding between ribs. I saw her like I never had before. Scowling. Covered in grease beside motorcycles. Holding a birthday cake. Standing barefoot on a beach. Curled asleep with a book on her chest.

Pierce didn’t know why he was surprised that Arianna was sitting cross-legged on the counter butt ass naked, still wearing her snake crown. “Hurry up and finish eating so that I can get you cleaned up, and we can go back to bed,” Pierce sighed, taking a seat at the island. “Did you see our picture on the Elite SA website?” Arianna asked. “I had no idea they were going to post our picture. Was it good?” “It was great,” Arianna grinned, sliding her phone to him. Arianna loved the picture so much that it was now her background photo. “We’ll definitely be the talk of the town, especially after you tried to take me on the stage in front of everyone,” she teased.

We didn’t have enough time to read it and stealing the file was too risky, so I took out my phone to take pictures. Spider flipped through the pages to help and we both stopped when we saw a picture of Siren. To be exact, Siren without her Inferno get up. She was wearing jeans and had her hair in a ponytail, holding an ice cream cone. I read the name beneath it. “Olivia Reynolds. Oh no.” “It’s a picture from at least five years ago.” Spider observed. I glanced at the picture and didn’t see any indication of time until he tapped on her background. “I know this amusement park. It was taken down five years ago.”

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.