Ariana Smythe Novels & Stories

Ariana piped up, shortly miss harlen came in with serving plates in hand and we served dinner ,dinner was well not bad ,but the brothers kept on getting in each other's nerves other than that I could see Carly was comfortable with Zayn they acted like love sick dogs ,but I was happy seeing my friend happy, Seeing that she has found her other half, after dinner I helped Ariana tidying up, "no luna ,you go ahead and be with the alpha I can do the dishes "she said when I tried to help her wash the dishes, "um no,I-i will help you", "well since you insist, I'll let you" she smiled, Ariana looked like the kind of carefree girl, she loved smiling and she was welcoming, she had deep chocolate ey

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

Mama is so happy that finally Irawan has found the girl he will invite to the wedding. Sazkia looked at Murni and Amanda alternately. She was still quietly observing the situation she was in. Amanda, who saw that her daughter did not answer Murni's questions, immediately nudged Sazkia. "Aunty Murni ask you, honey" "Y-Yes, Mom? I’m sorry Aunty, my name is Sazkia "

Why force Arianne to suffer the cruel fate of having her hopes dashed? Arianne returned to the Tremont Estate and took off her heavy-duty parka and enjoyed the weight leaving her. She lay on the couch, settling into the inertia too much to want to move. A while later, Mary brought Smore with her and approached Arianne. “Ari! Are you back already? What about work?” Arianne raised her right hand and shook it. “I hurt my finger, so I took a half-day leave.” Smore struggled out of Mary’s arms and made his way toward his mommy, prompting Arianne to joke. “Hey, Smore. Mommy’s gonna lose her mom again, while you’re not gonna have a maternal grandma.”

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

, she replied puffing some smoke into the air. "You fight?" "Uhm, Superior A in taekwondo", she replied showing me her ID card. It read... Name: Ariana Williams Age: 20 Origin: Zino village Rank: SUPERIOR A. Well, she's saying the truth, she's not Leena. "Smoking is injurious to the health", I said and she just looked at me. "Ariana, you have to stop smoking,it's a crime to smoke in Zino city, and then you look like a top celebrity here. Don't you think you'll jeopardize her career?"

Each one of them bowed their heads. “I present to you, the next Alpha of the Stella pack,” My Dad began, raising my hand, “Alpha Cato Loren!” The crowd burst into applause as I gazed out at them, my shoulders back and my chin high. “His Luna, Jessica Michaels. And his Beta, Elias Smith.” The crowd only grew wilder, their howls and whistles echoing through the forest. My parents and Blair stepped off the podium, leaving the three of us. Me in the middle, Elias and Jess on either side.

Bracing myself for whatever was in there, I opened the top folder. ‘Accident report. October 12, 2019. ‘Operator: Kael Karl Palmer, 20, sustained concussion. Unconscious for a week. Other vehicle: driver Ariana M. Smith, 34, transported to Orleans General hospital. Sustained injuries and six days later…” My pulse roared in my ears as I glanced back at the name. “Ariana… Smith,” I whispered, tasting the syllables. The name Ariana Smith slammed into me like a freight train, my heart skipping a beat as recognition dawned. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my mind racing back to the context where I'd seen those words before.

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.