Ariana Smythe Novels & Stories

Immediately Rupert left, I swung my legs off the bed, and I dressed in simple wear to go to the former Luna Oscar quarter, Staying there was less stressful to me, Ariana smiled as soon as she saw me. "Luna Iris." Female beta Ariana called. "Why are you here, is the ceremony over already?" I pinned my lips together. "I guess they left before it's over to eat each other," Cathy said as she sniffed me. "You this naughty girl, who told you that?" She pulled Ariana close to me, Ariana Titter, and her laughter made me inhale myself, in a hurry to get to Ariana and Cathy, I forgot to wash up Rupert's scent from me.

“Lisa’s already got dinner going. She making lasagna.” Aria’s whole face lit up. “Extra cheese?” “You know your mother,” Roy smirked. “Come on." The scent of garlic and baked cheese filled the air as they pulled up to the Smiths’ home. Wyatt parked behind Roy’s SUV and came around to help Aria out. She was practically bouncing on her toes by the time they reached the front porch. Lisa opened the door before they could knock, a flour-dusted apron still tied around her waist. Her eyes lit up when she saw her daughter, and she enveloped her in a hug so tight it lifted Aria off the ground.

Mira says to Quinn, who shrugged her shoulders and took a seat on the arm chair. Marina walked out, she had a smile on her face as she walked to the couch and took a seat. She picked up a magazine and opened it, she looked so relaxed, like she hadn't just dragged her youngest child in the harshest way possible, to punish her for something she wasn't responsible for. I bet Camila has done her share of bullying her sister, I could see the way her eyes would beam with mischief whenever she saw Quinn, I wouldn't blame her.

Not anymore. This was supposed to be ours. His rule. My crown. Our future. But that dream was bleeding out in front of me. No matter. If I couldn’t have the throne beside him, I’d take it without him. Arianna was a storm. Untrained. Unbound. And dangerous. And storms—no matter how beautiful—could be drowned. “I want her watched,” I said, voice like steel. “Every step. Every breath. If she leaves the compound, I want to know.”

The date got canceled and Ava seemed unapologetic about it. And now, it happened again. This time, she seemed to regret it more than the first one. Liam was rich, good-looking, cool, responsible and they seemed to share the same faith. He fitted into the shoes of her dream man She felt bad but what could she do? Perhaps, they weren’t meant to be, so she thought. She left her book and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing on it. When she was satisfied, she decided to sleep

Azraiel didn’t expand the question but it was clear from their faces that the Grishams understood what he wanted to know. “I...We’ll tell the truth…just don’t harm my baby. What do you want to know?” For a brief second, Charlotte felt sympathy for the woman in tears but it soon disappeared when she remembered her experience in the woods. “Everything, start from the beginning. How are you related to Arthur Smith? What happened to Charlotte’s mother? What did you plan to do with Charlotte? Who is instructing you to do this?”

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.

Amaris This is getting totally too weird! First Maxon and now Zach? What on earth is going on? From beside me, Zara glances toward Zach and then back at me, a look of shock on her face. “Zach!” she gasps. “What about Rayna! I thought—You know she has been waiting forever for you!” Zach tosses his sister a frown. “I don’t know why! I have never looked twice at her. So, whatever it is that you thought, you’re wrong.”

Her piercing green eyes locked onto the petite, shy figure of Ariana, her new personal assistant, who had just entered the office. Ariana, a delicate young woman with a cascade of golden curls and wide, innocent blue eyes, nervously adjusted her conservative blouse and skirt. She had only been working for Mikha for a week, and the powerful futanari's presence always left her feeling flustered and on edge. "Ah, Ariana," Mikha purred, her voice smooth as silk. "I have a special project for you. Something that requires... a delicate touch." Ariana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Of course, Ms. Mikha. Whatever you need."

The outskirts would be in bigger chaos with Aenar Temple in the fray, but the Smalt Sect’s strength would also be cut down exponentially. This was an excellent chance for Harvey. Aria lightly nodded. Her job was done when she relayed Lennon’s words. There were some things that Lennon could not simply say, but Aria was fearless. “Right, Sir York. I’ll be leaving now.” Aria stood after seeing Harvey finish his food, ready to leave. “Hold on,” blurted Harvey. Aria froze before showing an odd gaze. ‘Does he want me to serve him tonight? ‘It’s not that I’m opposed to it, but we’re doing it so secretly…’