Ariana Greenblatt Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Ellaine asked. “My parents are of Elvin blood but as you know, I am a witch. I am more than a century old but I haven’t met the next witch of the Elvin blood. The Creator would only take me if I have completed my mission of passing my knowledge to the Elvin pillar of the next generation of witches.”

"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?"

"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.

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."

“Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?” “Idiot! It’s tonight. At our bar,” Green said. Jeygreen Xris Gutierrez, known simply as Green, was born into a life of luxury. His mother was a businesswoman who married a wealthy Portuguese heir to Hacienda Gutierrez in Portugal. Green’s father was an excellent sommelier, and this expertise led the family to establish a wine business in the Philippines, becoming one of the country’s top distributors of fine wine. Green had inherited his father’s skills and, even at a young age, was already adept at identifying quality wines.

Fortunately, his CGPA was high so he had nothing to worry about. He looked around the hall searching for Saira and found her seated three rows ahead. Her black hair was now in a ponytail and she'd taken off her hideous sweater... thankfully. He wondered how he'd been classmates with this girl for a few years and had never really noticed her. She didn't look African and her name certainly wasn't one. "Saira." Ethan thought. That name was of Hebrew origin meaning princess. So, could it mean that gorgeous was Jewish? "Hey Ethan, want to come study for a while in my room later?" Karina Yousef sent him a sultry glance.

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

ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went.