Ariana Godoy Novels & Stories

Ariane – United States That morning, I wake up with overflowing energy. My heart beats fast, my body seems to vibrate with excitement. Today is the last day of classes. The end of a chapter. A new beginning. My name is Ariane Akon Leslie, I am 19 years old, and I am in my final year of business management at a prestigious university in New York. My friends describe me as a classic beauty: brunette, long hair that cascades down to the middle of my back, a determined gaze, and an hourglass figure. I do not define myself by my looks, but by my fierce determination to win.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Hobbies: watching movies, make-overs Music: Bury A Friend, When The Party's Over Singers: Billie Eilish Book: Shakespeare Books Sports: volleyball Bestfriends: Arriane, Deity, and Xyna Yes, she loves Billie Eilish and she's very good at playing volleyball. The next thing I read was Arriane's. ... ICE COLD FACTS 'BOUT U! Name: Arriane Lock Villaser Nickname: Anne, Arriane, Arry, Lock, AL Address: Automotoville Subdivision Cellphone no: +639684632190 Birthday: June 07, ****

he asked. I nodded. “I did.” He looked away, his voice low. “Then you know what she said makes sense.” “Sense?” I whispered, my chest tightening. “Elliot, you can’t believe her. You know this isn’t possible. The Goddess doesn’t contradict her own decree.” His jaw clenched. “Maybe this time is different. Maybe she’s seen our struggle and decided to show mercy.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “No, that’s not mercy. That’s manipulation. Something isn’t right. You said yourself, the bond rejects false unions. If Ariana is truly pregnant, it’s not the Goddess’s doing.”

“But—why?” “Because, my sweet, confused virgin goddess—” she struts up to Aria, grabs the robe belt, and starts untying it like she’s unwrapping a present “—you want more. And we’re done waiting around for it. Now get your ass moving. We’re finding lingerie that’ll make that cowboy beg to sin.” Aria just stares, mouth parted, cheeks flushed, completely overwhelmed. But damn if she isn’t intrigued. Something electric pulses in her chest as she catches the manic gleam in Sloane’s eye.

Her body hums with pleasure as she, too, collapses onto the mattress, squashing her tiny breasts against the sheets. I stay put for a moment, allowing the pulsations of her pussy to carry me through extended pleasure and only when she stops clamping do I pull out. And now my last for tonight, Arian. She's the youngest of the three girls, a pretty new godling I've allowed to live up here. Her body is tight with muscle, her hair shoulder length and her skin bronzed with immortality. She's beautiful in an understated kind of way, and she's softly spoken.

Ariana asked. “Well... actually...let’s say that. I run one of his companies”. Carlos said running his free hand through his hair. “Oh...”, A young lady got their attention interrupting Ariana as she walked towards them with a wide smile on her lips. “Carl,” She said softly as she opened her arms widely to hug Carlos, Carlos went into her arms and gave a hug. “Carl, it’s so good to see you. How is your sister doing?” The lady asked. “She’s fine, thank you. Dove meet Ariana, Alexander’s fiancée, Ariana meet Dove an old friend”. Carlos introduced them. Dove’s expression changed as she moved her gaze from Ariana’s feet to her face.

“Really? What if I really don’t want to come? Are you going to shove me into the wall again? You did ruin my favorite shirt and put some starches on my flawless skin.” I heard a loud growl this time but why and who? “Come on Nathan. Can you please just do this for me?” Ariana must have taken the phone from Marcus and sadly I really don’t have the heart to say no to her. Not only is she the descendant to the moon goddess, but she’s also my friend. “Alright, I’ll go but only because I want to protect you from this asshole.” “Thank you so much Nathan. You’re a true friend.”

While on the road, Ara read the information her father sent to her about Aries, the young man that came with her grandfather and uncle. According to her father, Aries was her cousin and stepbrother of Anaya. Apparently, her uncle married Aries's mother, but she died due to complications of giving birth. Then, later he married Anaya’s mother, who already has a daughter, which is Anaya.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.