Ariana Fletcher Old Pictures Novels & Stories

"That's enough." Hayes calmly aimed the pistol at Nick. "No." "Now we're just getting started." The forest became silent again. Even the wind seemed to disappear. Hayes reached into his pocket and removed a small photograph. He handed it to Ariana. She looked down. The picture showed her as a little girl. She looked no older than six. Standing beside her was her mother. But there was someone else in the picture. A man Ariana had never seen before. She frowned. "Who is this?"

Love, Ariana I quickly d******d the attached photos are look carefully at each one of them, making sure to take my time. The first one is the one with her three friends. They look happy,the huge smiles on their faces tell all. Aria is in the middle, wearing a yellow sundress and sunglasses ontop of her head. Her grin, I miss seeing it in person. The next one, she is alone. In a pink bikini. Whoa! The bikini top is small, revealing a great deal of her breasts. Shit! My body stirs at the sight. I scroll to the next one. In the same bikini, she is laying on a sunlounge chair with the sunglasses on. I scroll through all the eight photos the second time, and all I want now is to listen to her voi

Hesper agreed even though she had no idea why she wanted to see her. The Wight’s place was emptier than the Duval’s. Hesper was led to Ariana’s room. She walked over to her and saw that Ariana was holding a photo of her and Juniper. Juniper was still in school and was smiling next to Ariana. She looked beautiful. “Maybe telling you about Juni would be unfair to you.” Ariana placed the photo down but kept her eyes on it. “Look, that was how she was when she was a child.”

Her heartbeat became loud inside her ears. Victor moved closer, but she stepped back. “No. No games. No manipulation. I’m done with secrets.” The old woman leaned back in her chair. “You were never born Ariana Cole.” The room seemed to tilt. Victor exhaled slowly, watching her carefully. Ariana laughed once — sharp, unbelieving. “This is insane.” “You were taken.” The laughter died. The woman opened a drawer beside her chair and pulled out an old photograph. Yellowed. Cracked.

They walked back to the apartment together through the soft, purple dusk, their boots clicking in perfect unison against the stone paths. While Dante went into the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee, Ariana sat on the edge of the mattress near the massive northern window. She pulled her laptop onto her knees, connected her camera's data card, and waited for the raw image files from the morning shoot to load. She scrolled through the shots of the dockworkers, the rusted crane structures, and the river barges until she reached the very last file in the folder. She clicked the thumbnail. The photograph of Dante filled her screen.

Martha took the metal bowl back, noticing ash inside it. She wondered what on earth Archer had been doing with it, but since it was his personal business, she had no right to question him—though she remained quite puzzled. When Archer returned to the living room, he found Aria with a large, thick photo album on her lap. He walked over and sat beside her, discovering that the album was filled with his photographs—specifically, pictures from his childhood. Archer smiled, placing his hand on her back and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.

my aunt asked with a frown. I swallowed. “I know you noticed something strange when we came back yesterday. I know you had questions about the woman we found having dinner here, the supposed cousin, the woman who was escorted out in the middle of the night by his parents.” She nodded slowly. “Well… the young child you saw, and that woman…” I took a deep breath. “That’s Ryan’s daughter and mistress. That’s Ariana.” I heard her sharp intake of breath, but I kept going.

I was on the verge of speaking when Ariana walked back into the room, camera in hand, her innocence radiating like a beacon, cutting through the tension that hung thick in the air. "Is Daddy home?" Ariana asked, her eyes sinking into worry, a hint of sadness in her voice. I couldn’t help but wonder why she seemed so sad mentioning Christian, maybe he forgot her birthday too. "No, he’s not," Laura replied gently, trying to reassure her. "Okay." Ariana then walked up to Laura, her small hands clutching the camera tightly. "Can we take the picture now?"

He murmured softly against her hair. “It’s very understandable and relatable that you would miss her, I understand that, But seriously you have to be strong honey!” “I’m trying to!” She replied, slowly wrapping her hands around him and holding him tightly closer to herself. Franco gently took the picture from her, he turned it to the back and ran his hands through the name behind it, “Fiona Thatcher, 1998” “I miss her too,” he whispered, as he stared keenly at the picture, his firm resolve to not be emotional began to wear off also.

he left the dining room. Ariana took her time to eat, she ate to her full before cleaning the table. After finishing her meal, she entered the bedroom. "I'm so full" she whined and she crashed on the bed. "Lazybones" Zach mumbled to himself. "Ariana because of your silly little crush on Jeffery, this photo was released on the internet earlier today" Zach gave her his phone. Ariana gasped, that's a photo of her and Jeff hugging. "What I'm trying to figure out is who posted this"