Ariana Smythe Novels & Stories

I turned and was about to leave the restroom when a slender figure stepped directly into my path, blocking the exit. It was Sophia. She wore a deeply satisfied smile, her eyes filled with absolute victory as she stared at me from head to toe. "Nice uniform, Ariana," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "It suits you perfectly."

H er vulnerability strikes a chord in me, and I can’t help but chuckle. She looks up, her eyes wide with fear, only to see my face illuminate with a smile. A glimmer of hope sparks in her eyes. “So…” “I’m Ariana, and I’m just a common slave, please,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading for mercy. “Was that so hard, Ariana?” I ask, and she shakes her head, her gaze still fixed on the floor. “I think I’ll call you Ari,” I declare, strolling over to the bed and throwing myself onto it.

Her dark green silk dress that fits her body perfectly and excluded some kind of confidence and high aura that spoke of wealth. “ Hmm Excuse me” I cleared my throat waiting for her next statement. “I'm Mrs Smith, Mr Smith's wife.” She stretched her hand along with a glass of champagne to me. “Thank you Mrs Smith”. I am Arya, Jaxon Pierce's wife. I sent her a small smile. I really needed something to cool off with, and the fruit champagne she had given me did the job. “I prefer to be called Anna,” she added. “I saw the way you walked out of the hall. I hope you're fine”. She asked, trying not to sound too curious.

🎙️That's Irma, she's the new model in A&B,do you perhaps know her? "No,i don't know her"Crystal replied and walked inside . "Crystal "Ariana called, they greeted each other warmly. "Who's that girl?And what's she doing here?I thought I told you not to entertain any model here until I come back!" Crystal said angrily. "It's not my fault, Adrian insisted and you know I can't force him"Ariana replied. "What the hell is she doing here?"Crystal muttered. Then Irma entered, she needed to have a word with Ariana.

Joanne immediately understood. The man must have feelings for Ariana. She thought about it and asked, "How will you help me?" The man replied, "There's a charity gala tomorrow. Get Spencer to bring you there." … Meanwhile, Sienna was talking to Ariana about the same event. "Mrs. Smith gave me two tickets. I shouldn't waste them. Come with me since your ankle's healed." Ariana agreed since she had no surgeries scheduled for the next day.

“Not at all.” She huffed, brushing past me, and I followed her down the stairs and out the door, where the car was already waiting. The driver opened the door, and Arianna slid inside first after flashing the driver one of her million watt smiles, her movements graceful, her scent lingering in the air. I made sure to throw the driver a glare before getting in after her. Why did she have to smile at him? The moment I settled into the seat beside her, something strange happened. I felt aware of her.

He said. “Ariana Smith, do you take Alexander savage as your husband, promise to hold and to love, to cherish and respect, in sickness and in health till death do you part?” The priest said now looking at her, Ariana could feel the gazes of everyone in the room on her as they waited for her reply, she so much wanted to say no and run away from this place but she knew the consequences would be unbearable. She swallowed the non existing lump in her throat. “I..do”. She picked up the ring and slipped it into his fourth finger as she immediately let go of his hand.

The name on the screen was a ghost, a phantom limb that had been aching in Marcus Thorne’s soul for a decade. Ariana. His brilliant, ambitious, reckless older sister. The woman who had vanished in a fire, a tragedy that had shattered his family and sent him spiraling into the cold, disciplined world of the military, a world where emotion was a liability.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love