Ariana Grande And Jennette Mccurdy Novels & Stories

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

This bitch. "Rita! Hi, I can't talk now. I am working. At lunch maybe?" I try to sound professional. "I know Ethan. Haha, you are so funny. There is a package from A****n from Ryan. I am sending it to the tenth floor and see you at lunch." I hear her irksome giggles before she keeps her side of the phone. And I really feel like a dumb bitch.

The look on her face when she saw the interior of my jet was worth buying a thousand more jets only for her. Once in a while glancing at her, I was doing my work. She was sleeping peacefully like a baby on the couch, suddenly I hear her saying something so I looked up to see her singing some song, her eyebrows furrowed. She was singing in low voice and gradually she started to raise her voice and I recognized the song. It was "God is a woman" by "Ariana Grande" It was beautiful to look at her while she was singing. She started to move her hands, making those fucking gestures. Fuck!!! It's very difficult for me to watch her while she does that.

Behind every struggle, a reward worth more than gold. I was Ariana Brown, shamed, lost, and forgotten. Now, I am Ariana Dakota, Luna, wife, mother, whole. And I will never give up.

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.

Including our plans. “Of course, I have,” I responded and my voice remained smooth and calm. I had no choice but to control the way I talked because I knew that this would pass too. “Ariana’s latest win is all over the media. It's very annoying and it keeps getting on my nerves.” “That girl refuses to stay down,” she spat. “No matter what we do, she keeps rising. This is disturbing, Isabella.” I shrugged and held a strand of my dark hair between my fingers.

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

she nodded " I'm glad that I told you, I just felt really bad" "It’s fine" she turned to leave "oh that reminds me" I called out " Is my full name Jinny or..." "Oh no it's Genevieve. Jinny for short" Genevieve. It was so beautiful "Is yours just Jemma?" "Yeah, mum and dad renamed me afte4 I got here" "Really? What was your name before? "Beatrice. And I hated that name" "Why we could've called you Bea" "Oh my god no."

“Only my parents call me Evelina.” “Very well, Eve. Now, do you have any other questions?” “Um. Food, class, food, class, food. Does that about sum it up?” John’s smile only grew. “Very well.” He stood then and crossed around the desk to open the door, poking his head into the hallway. “Kasey,” he said to someone. “She’s finished up in here. Show her to your room, will you?” A moment later, a new face appeared in the doorway. She was a woman about my age, with mocha skin, auburn hair, and eyes so intense I almost squirmed in my seat.