Ariana Greenblatt Ethnicity Novels & Stories

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

"Just kill me instead, grandpa! She's not welcome in our family!" "Brian Gil dela Vega!" Renoir snapped. "What kind of attitude is that? Your mom and I didn't raise you to be like that." Brian scowled as his father started to lecture him. "Don't be such a jerk will you? You do realize that Ariana is an orphan right? Her mother is dead and she doesn't even know her father, not even where her mother's relatives are. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

I just miss him too much. It has been a month since I saw him and she just looks a lot like him. I wonder - will our child possess the same blue eyes as them or inherit my vivid green eyes that I am so in love with. Neola's curly hair is slightly bushy than that of Gabriel's - a trait of their Italian descent in their mother side, the Mancini's, which he rarely even talks about considering that Gabriel's mother has died when they are still kids.

she continued lazily. Mom held Ethan's chin and met his blue eyes. "Then who must be this handsome man?" she inquired curiously. "Ask him," Celestine replied. Bombarded with doubts and curiosity, she asked. "Are you my grandson? From whom?" Ethan smiled and proudly responded. "Yes! Aunt Celestine told me that you are my grandma and grandpa! I am Blake Ethan Hernandez II, turning six years old! My mother is Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer and My Dad is Barack Santiolle! I was born in Italy!"

"C'mon Arin. I told you we needed to get some things over, besides Ms Gabrielle stayed with you till you turn 3 years before she decided to come back to California... You're 6 now, It's been just three years" "I know dad, and I'm good at keeping memories.. you just didn't tell what we were getting over with" Arin furrowed her brows. "Is it obvious that I'm keeping a secret?" Ethan asked. "Of course but it's fine, i know you'll tell me the secret when you're ready to" Arin said, knowing her father deeply. Ethan smiled proudly at his little gem. So smart and beautiful,she has her mother's smooth brown hair while she took his Hazel eyes and his caramel skin tone.

She laughed. "Fuck you Anne." Korina said and threw a sofa pillow at her. "Exactly way more exciting." Daniella said joining them back on the sofa, she had been standing through the whole time, "So Anne where are you from?" She asked Anne as she reached for popcorn herself. "Well...ahhehhm." Anne cleared her throat, "My parents moved here before I was born, my dad is from the Philippines and my mum is Arabian American." "No wonder I couldn't quite place a finger on what race you were." Korina said, "But I knew you had to be Asian."

Renata took Ariana into her arms and looked at Ariana's pretty and chubby face. "She looks like me as a child," Renata murmured. "What's your name?" "Ayi," she replied. "Ariana Queen Sanders," Bastian replied, making Renata look at him. "Hello, Ari," said Renata, and somehow her heart ached and she wanted to cry full of longing. Renata took Ari into her arms. "I'm sorry, mommy, yes." "Why are you apologizing? Mommy wasn't naughty," said Ariana, loading Renata with smiles and holding her daughter even more longingly.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

“It’s Ms. Grey. Don’t repeat the same mistake in the future.” Octavia felt a pinch in her pride, causing her actress perfect smile to flatter and before long, the smile was gone completely. “You really surprised me beyond believe.” The noirette mused out loud as she examined the wine bottle she had picked up along the way, two champagne glasses sitting perfectly in between her fingers. “Daughter of Miguel Grey and CEO of Grey Enterprise- Ariadne… ah, wrong name… Alexandra Grey.” She snickered, her paramount amount of hate for the blonde mixed in the sound. Her gaze remained on the wine bottle, examining every corner and when she finally looked up, her smile was back on, portraying the pictur