Ariana Smythe Novels & Stories

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

I point to the screen. Aria takes the laptop and puts it back on the table before turning back to me, “Well, I, for one, love who you are, Jory Payne.” She positions herself over my lap, straddling me and hovering just over my hardening cock, “Let me show you just how much...” Her voice is seductive as she grabs my cock and points it at her entrance just before sliding all the way down. I bite my bottom lip and grab hold of her hips, “Mm, I would love nothing more than for you to do just that!”

Andrew’s mumbled words fell between them; Elaine’s bread remained mostly uneaten in her palm. “Naomi- her name is Naomi Sher, and she’s fifteen.”

Eyes never leaving Nigel’s, Ariana slips a hand down her pocket and retrieves the invitation from earlier, slamming it onto the table and sliding it forward for good measure. “You know what eventually happens to pathological liars? They get caught sooner or later. Don’t try denying it when you clearly signed this up for yourself, Mr Nigel.” Her smile flattens to a smirk. “Shame that you’re a little too predictable for my taste.” Ariana turns around and flashes a sunny smile at the other members. “And like the generally nice person I am, I’m assuming none of you lovely folks had anything to do with this poor excuse of a prank, so let me reintroduce myself. I’m Ariana Gi—Ariana Montenegro. It’

Yes, she is that person whom I helped for the first and last time. I mean, it’s Ariana Gray. She is standing here with a high ponytail, holding a water can, and some mud over her chin, making it crystal clear that she works here. "You?" She whispered, which caused me to come out of the initial shock, but she still had the same expression - terror. Yeah, it can be easily seen on her face. Mr. Smith excused himself, sidling a little after getting a call.

"Did you see his smile? I felt like passing out, his smile is so breathtaking. Can you give me his number?" Ariana could see the invisible smoke fuming out of Zach's ear. She laughed inside her, Zach is super jealous. She giggled and she ran to class. "Ariana take that back!" he chased after her but he gave up and he went to his class. Ariana entered the class interrupting the math teacher. Sh*t she's late for class. "You're late Ariana" Mr Smith stated. "I know sir, I had an emergency that I had to attend to. It won't happen again" Ariana said.

The woman looked at us and smiled, her eyes somewhat more genuine than I thought that they would be considering what we just saw her do. “My apologies, I did not introduce myself. I am Ariana, the unwanted hybrid.” She said, extending her hand to me. “Natalia.” I said, shaking her hand. “I am aware, I have heard a lot about you with Myla. The woman who has been my ‘main challenge’ before I chose to reject Drake. Thankfully, I do not regret it now after seeing how sick he is.” She said, and Blake frowned. “Wait, Drake’s mate is not…”

Because finally… I am no longer defined by my last name. I am Sara Arini Smith. And this voice… is entirely mine.