Ariana Greenblatt Ethnicity Novels & Stories

She felt the weight on her now of what was coming, but it was not bothering her too much. She saw Quintaya come in with her family and realized why she was so beautiful. Her dad was a second generation from Nigeria while her mother was half Thai and half Senegalese making her look extremely beautiful. This helped Isabella understand why Quintaya was so beautiful herself. She also saw her two younger sisters: Mala and Mariana. She admired what her mother had on that was a long tight green dress with black underneath. Her father was in a dark suit with a red tie and kept his hand on his wife the whole time. She thought her sisters looked beautiful as well and made the connection from school re

Many people tried to separate Yuriel and Ariana. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Ariana and Yuriel were successfully separated. They both appeared to be in a state of disarray. Yuriel sighed and smoothed her tangled hair. Meanwhile, Ariana was laughing and cursing her. Because of the harsh words she used, some people frowned at her. When Ariana noticed everyone's stare, she stopped cursing. She was descended from a noble family. Others perceived her as uneducated because of her harsh words. Ariana clenched her teeth and stared at Yuriel. "Yunifer, just wait until I sue you for hitting me!"

Food from dripping down from a girl's head and everyone was murmuring. ~~~~~ Moments before ~~~~~ Ariana had walked into the cafeteria with her lunch box in her hands, she scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit and her eyes spotted an empty roll of chairs. She was new to Blink College of Education, she was a second-year student too. She had sparkling blue hair which matched her blue eyes, she was tall and 80% pretty. People found her weird and avoided her because of her hair, her father was the governor of Milan. She was an omega who had no wolf but inherited the power of a healer from her late mother.

" Zayden asked, approaching Ariana. "Say, so it's true? He's Jonathan Eleazar's twin. No wonder his face is familiar," Ariana said. "Yes, it is." Zayden's answer surprised Ariana greatly. "Really? And you married her anyway?" asked Ariana incredulously. "What's wrong?" asked Zayden. "You ask why? Zayden, wake up. She's the daughter of a Sanders family enemy!" Ariana said.

She thinks for a while and responds in a mellow tone, “Is it because she has something on you?” “Is that a question or an answer?” She hesitates for a second before replying more bravely, “An answer.” I deadpan. “Wrong answer. The right answer is her background. Ariana Van Lycanos, comes from a line of werewolves and Lycans, and since the only time a werewolf and Lycan would have been allowed to get married is during war or the need for an unusual unison between packs, she is what you’d call werewolf and Lycan royalty. She’s doted on by her parents and grandparents.

I open my makeup bag, grab my concealer, and start the routine that usually feels automatic—but today, it feels almost sacred. My thoughts wander. To Luciana Bernardi—the woman Aaric told me about, who sounds more like a queen than a mother. Beautiful, strict, demanding, and incredibly selective about who’s allowed into her family’s orbit. And his father—Giancarlo Bernardi. Known more for building international businesses than for being a warm, fuzzy dad. And in the middle of all that… me. Maya de Cruz. A design student from a messy background and a past I usually try to avoid thinking about.

Addilyn Ruby Garcia or Ruby Addilyn Smith-Garcia. She is the twin of Ethan. She is 16 years and also has one blue eye and a green eye. She is a self-made multibillionaire. She wears a very cold emotionless facade but she is a very broken girl. Her past is as terrifying as the worst storm. But still, with the last bit of hope, she waits for a rainbow. She has very dark brown hair where she also inherited from her mother. The joy and light of their family. And same as the candle she gives away all the light.

The reality of it finally sinks in and she sighs at the enormous risk she signed herself up for. “Well, it’s great that you’re here to help.” Ariana forces a smile at an oblivious Lance. “Williams praised your skills greatly. I take it you know every nook and cranny of this whole ordeal.” “Oh, yes. I’ve been raised in a family of high profile. Not sure if you know but my father Cincinnati Donovan was the former governor of New York City while my own mother was crowned the first Miss U.S.A in the eighties. My older brother is abroad as an ambassador and my sister’s married to a politician with her own beauty line.”

He froze, looking up slowly. Standing there was the nightmare of the Crimson Nest: the fifth-ranked assassin in the underworld. Ariana Greene a.k.a Smile. One of the highest ranked members. She was twenty-seven years old, blond, and possessed a smile so radiant it made people forget she was capable of ending a life without blinking. It was her weapon. “You…?” Antler’s jaw dropped. Her short blond hair was flowing flawlessly, a teasing smirk etched on her thick lips while a blue gaze observed the depressed man.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.