Ariana Grande Pfp Novels & Stories

left a message, "Can anyone understand how I feel right now? I really want to kneel down for Zoey! That was just too cool!" "ZoeyDiamondFan" admired, "Zoey is like a goddess! Beautiful, with a beautiful voice, and great designs, and that kick was just perfect!" Ariana's fan club account "Ariana'sFanClub" retorted, "You guys should stop. Stop praising one and belittling another! Ariana is kind-hearted and often visits orphanages and nursing homes to do volunteer work." "ArianaFan" also spoke up, "No one is perfect! Ariana has already apologized. What more do you want? Don't you know Zoey had an incestuous abortion when she was a teenager?"

Aaron grunted in response. Although his family wasn’t acquainted with the Rivera’s, he had a fair knowledge about them. “If that’s true, then she isn’t as simple as a trust fund baby.” Nick shared the same thoughts. “There are some pictures of her at the end.” Aaron opened the social media app and tapped on the profile. Her social media barely had any pictures of her except for a few selfies and self-portraits. Most of them were either sceneries or flat lays. He scrolled down the screen, and his eyes caught sight of one particular picture.

But this… this was not something I was expecting. “Let me see it,” I said coldly after the constant battle with myself. I took the phone from her hand, and as soon as my eyes locked onto the images, I felt the ground open up to swallow me. There she was. Ariana was sitting beside Gabriel in a high-end restaurant, smiling, laughing, looking so goddamn perfect and so at ease with him. I mean, that was what the pictures portrayed and that was what I saw. The thing that broke the camel's back was the way she looked at him with that softness in her eyes.

Zoey-Is-My-Idol: “I can’t express how I feel right now. Zoey’s so cool! I want to kneel before her!” Zoey-Diamond-Fan: “She’s a goddess! Stunning looks, amazing voice, brilliant designer—and now, an epic high kick? Unlike that fake Ariana, who’s been a ‘green tea bitch’ for years!” Ariana’s-Fan-Club: “Enough with the insults! Ariana’s kind-hearted—she volunteers at orphanages and senior homes!” Ariana’s Fan: “Everyone makes mistakes. Ariana has apologized already. What more do you want? Don’t forget Zoey’s teenage scandals—there were rumors of an affair and abortion!”

We grabbed a corner booth, Ariana immediately snapping selfies with her caramel swirl latte. “Smile,” she ordered, turning the camera toward me. “No thanks,” I muttered, stirring my iced Americano until the cubes clinked like wind chimes. She lowered her phone and gave me a look. “So you’ve seen it, huh?” “Seen what?” I played dumb, though my phone was practically buzzing with the weight of it in my bag. She smirked. “Don’t act coy, cousin. You’re trending. ‘Nova Ashton’ has never looked better. Bruno’s probably crying into his designer pillows right now.”

He voiced out and handing the documents over to him at the same time. “Hmmm thank you- this is interesting; Name: Aria Freeman Age: 24years Height: 5’4 Color of hair: black Color of eyes: brown Occupation: unemployed Cars:Benz, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Toyota House number: AC Newland, Hse number:two zero two School: Queens University Favorite club: La Palmers Hobbies: shopping Favorite food: lasagna and pizza Favorite color: pink Boyfriend: single

' "Yes. And what about it? " Ariana scoffed. " You are honestly mistaken here, young lady. My name is not Ariana Watson. My name is Ariana Swift. Why the hell won't you people get that? Don't you know me? Or have you assumed all these years that I Ariana Swift, am the Ariana Watson that you know? " She asked and Fiona became completely confused as she kept on staring at Ariana for a long period.

pardon my lack of taste, but feel free to make up your own playlist. You’ll find mine below just to give you a direction: PLAYLIST: Ariana Grande, The Weeknd – Love harder. Ariana Grande, Future – Everyday Ariana Grande – Dangerous woman. Arctic Monkeys – Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys – I wanna be yours. Arctic Monkeys – 505 Beyonce – Partition Beyonce – All night long. Beyonce – Drunk in love Beyonce – XO Beyonce – Morning Dew(Donk)

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

Life had a cruel sense of humor like that, like dragging you back to places you thought you had outgrown. Aria is gone. Gone and living her life, laughing, enjoying and posting it online. She posts everything. Her smile. Her outfits. Her outings. Her so-called boyfriend, no, her new lover. She never said it outright, never tagged him in words like my boyfriend, just did videos with him but she didn’t need to. Every photo was deliberate, she wanted me to see it. And I did. I saw everything.