Romans & histoires Ariana Grande Eras

“Get dressed, gorgeous. We’ve got hearts to break!” Music blared from Aria’s speaker—some throwback 2000s girl-power anthem—and soon they were dancing while curling hair and applying mascara between cackles. Aria’s soft champagne gown shimmered in the light as she stepped into it, her nerves buzzing beneath the glamour. Sloane grabbed her hand. “You’re not just walking into that fundraiser, babe. You’re reclaiming your crown.” They stood side by side in front of the tall antique mirror, framed in gold leaf and speckled with age. The reflection staring back at them was anything but worn.

He just smiled at her and I bet his cheeks were burning hard. That pissed me off even more. "Stay away from me," Ariana hissed. "Both of you. I don't want to see any of you ever again. I don't want any of your love! Allow me to be!” she yelled and left us. I guess she was on her period because what the hell was that mood swing. Everything seemed like a fight for her. “Is she on her period?” Gabriel and I asked in unison.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

"Here are the people that you wanted to see." "Thank you." Keira hugged her. Arianna sighed and let her be with her bodyguards as also undercover. She never thought that Keira would do such a thing for her. Even the label stole her songs and sold them off somewhere without her knowledge. She only has a few days' contracts now and it will end. Then, she's going to sign up for Golden Age Entertainment that offers her a better record. "Thank you, Keira." "Don't mention it." She winked. "I have to go now."

I'm glad to know that with the help of a makeover, my hair turned straight with an ebony shade, and her secretary Denise gave me a green contact lens to duplicate Anika's face and grace. Seeing myself in the mirror-like a princess, I feel contented about myself somehow in this modern world. I don't know what I feel but I wish it would change because this is not normal. I am Ariana Ferrer and I have a husband Arem. I am a married woman in my time and now, I think I started to feel special when Argus lay his eyes on me. The way his lips tease mine, it's like heaven. "Stop this! Stop Ariana, this is insane! I need to focus on the party tonight! Right, the party!" I said to myself.

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

“TOO MUCH!” I just smile on the way out. When I get inside the car, Era is playing some music on. Probably Taylor Swift songs. I recognize the voice, but not the song. Era's legs are prompt up as she talks to someone on the phone. “I'll call you letter tonight. Bye. Kiss her for me.” Then she eyes me. “Who's that?” I ask her, after intern on the engine. She shake her reluctantly. “Someone I know from New York.”

, she said. “Right time is the prince and I having any physical contact.”, I asked. “Physical contact for at least a minute.”, she corrected. “I still don’t get the re-birth and era thing.”, I said still confused. What has that mere holding hands gotten me into? “Don’t worry. Close your eyes and hold my hands. And remember to relax.”, she said.

Her body wanted. The fourth time, Eris held her down, one cold hand splayed over Aria’s chest, pinning her gently to the mattress. She moved with control, each motion calculated to push Aria closer, until her whimpers turned to gasps, then cries, and finally a wordless scream of release. She came apart again — shaking, clinging, breaking like a wave on Eris’s shore. Eris kissed her through it, her lips soft, patient, tasting her as she came undone. “That’s my girl,” she whispered. “You’re perfect like this.”

"When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me." - Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day"