Ariana Grande Eating Disorder Novels & Stories

I had something so much bigger than his mind games to protect now. “Nothing is happening,” I answered, staring straight at the brushed-steel doors. “I heard you.” A cold shiver raced up my spine. I knew exactly what he meant, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. “I heard you vomiting, Arianna.” His voice hardened. “And I know what that means.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I turned my head so fast my neck ached. “Your eating disorders,” he said, the words sounding like they scraped his throat raw. “It’s a relapse.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat anymore? If you want anything else, I can make it for you,” Caddaric said and asked Ariana, who was feeling like a whale for having eaten so much. Ariana gulped down the freshly squeezed orange juice he made for dessert due to her nausea. The acidity of the juice helped to curb it. Funny enough, whiles he was concerned about her well-being, her mind wandered off to a different world.

She froze as she almost spilled out the fact that her child loss caused her to slip into depression and almost develop a eating disorder “Because?" Zane urged but she just smiled sadly at him. “I'll go… wash up and then I'll order the food. I'm here now and you have to eat to beat that disorder, okay?" Before he could even say anything, she walked away and he frowned. There was something in her eyes, a very deep sadness that he wasn't even sure was caused by him. If it wasn't him then who could it be?...

Ariana nodded, her mind a whirlwind of hopes and fears, clinging to the hope that the test would reveal a negative outcome. " Maybe those unusual cravings, the constant fatigue, and the frequent naps were all because I was tired from work," Ariana said to herself Innerly. " I know so, it was, I was just tired that's all Ariana that's all. You are not Pregnant!! Okay!!" She said again to herself.

Ariana rushed in, her face a mask of panic. "Byron!" she shouted. "There are people outside spreading rumors about me! You have to protect me!" She saw the photo on the stage and her face went white. "That... I didn't do that!" she shrieked, pointing at the screen. "I didn't cause Sandra's injuries!" "No one said you did," Caden watched her, his voice cold. "Why are you so nervous?" "I... I..." Ariana stammered. "I was just worried someone might misunderstand—"

“Did Bree do this to you? Did that psychotic bitch say something?” Dawn blinks up at me. “No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “No, Killian, it wasn’t Bree. Please, I don’t want to talk about this. I’m just not hungry.” “I’m not letting this go, Dawn,” I press, gently gripping her shoulders. “Do you... do you have an eating disorder? Talk to me. If you’re struggling, you need to tell me so I can help.” “No! It’s not an eating disorder,” she says, her voice cracking as she tries to pull away from my grip. “I just... I don’t like eating in front of other people. That’s all.”

Thinking back to what she'd overheard through the surveillance recordings made her scoff. Ariana had actually claimed that she often went hungry in the Sterling household and suffered constant abuse—all to gain sympathy from the family. The elderly couple had treated her so well, yet she shamelessly accused them of favoring sons over daughters and even claimed they planned to sell her off to fund Cody Blackwood's future marriage. “For most people, going bankrupt once is the most devastating, life-shattering experience imaginable,” Rue said lightly. “Ariana's already been through it once. She should have some experience by now, shouldn't she?”

Even recently, she also stopped eating her favorite cake or touching her favorite tea. It seems, so far, no one has noticed her strangeness. Although Carla occasionally gave Ariana a confused look, she also never said anything about Ariana not eating whatever she liked anymore. Ariana also doesn't want to worry anyone about her trivial matters. So, until now, no one knows that Ariana is no longer eating her favorite food.

Darius asked worriedly. "How are you feeling now, are you hungry? Sleepy?" Killian bombarded me with questions while Darius just stared at me. Once our eyes met, he frowned and crossed his arms, he looked away and pouted. "Why are you guys arguing?" I asked instead. Killian's worried face immediately turned to a frown, "Aria, you've developed an eating disorder because of Lauren. That bitch put you in this situation and she needs to leave the castle immediately for putting your health at risk." Killian explained.

She used to eat one or two pieces, knowing how fattening it was, but tonight—it was as if she was starving for it. “Slow down, Ai. You might choke,” her mother warned. Jaime and Celia exchanged glances, both puzzled by how little Ainara had eaten of the main course, and how much she was now consuming of the dessert. Was Ainara depressed… or was something else driving her to eat more?