Ariana Grande Pfp Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

"Alright, Lily. Goodnight." Once she was gone, the silence of the executive floor became even more pronounced. I tried to focus on a final legal brief, but I found myself distracted. I opened my personal laptop and searched for Ariana's social media. I hadn't let myself look before, afraid it would drive me crazy, but now the floodgates were open. She was truly beautiful. I browsed through old pictures of her in college, wearing a messy bun and holding a massive textbook; her at a coffee shop with a group of friends; even a photo at a museum where she was making funny faces at a statue.

"Instead of sitting here stewing, why don't you go and shake that annoying man up a little?" Before Ariana could react, the girl had already pulled her up and led her out of the private room. "Hey—what are you doing?" Ariana asked in surprise. "Go find Ethan. Talk to him. The happier you look together, the better. I'll take photos and post them to your social media." "No!" Ariana refused immediately.

“Grandma, I think I’m going to cry…” Grandma’s face softened with concern—until Aria’s lower lip started twitching. A second later, both of them burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Aria!” Grandma gasped between laughs, clutching her chest. “You never fail to amuse me. You know, you should’ve been an actress. You’re killing me, girl!” Aria grinned mischievously. “Grandma, please. Call me Angelina Jolie. You know, that lady that played Maleficent.”

Most of her clothes are pink, Ariana is so obsessed with pink and he finds it weird because she's sixteen and she still loves pink like a child, once they go back to town, he's taking her shopping. "I got your pajamas" he knocked on the door. "Thanks" Ariana collected her pajamas and closed the door. Zach sighs and orders some food for her, he's sure that Ariana is starving. Ariana changed into her pajamas and she tied her hair in a messy bun, she stared at the mirror for some time. She just has to pretend like she didn't remember from the previous night. She can't believe what she did to that stranger, he was only trying to prevent her from falling but she...she is such an idiot, why did sh