Arianna Grace Ass Novels & Stories

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

The lady tossed her wispy hair that was hanging around her forehead behind an ear, then with a bright smile on her lips, she answered seductively, “My name is Grace, sir” Daniella frowned, fixating her eyes on Grace. She couldn't help but check her from bottom to up, then from up to bottom. She was a fair skin lady, wearing a blue sweatshirt with a pair of jean trousers, her feet were covered in white sneakers and her hair was combed in pigtails. “Oh yeah. So, how may I be of help, Grace?” Liam asked as a normal lecturer would ask his student. Grace put a pace forward, her gaze sweeping around Liam's beautiful face.

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

One of the pack members yelled from the crowd. “Then we prove them wrong. With Luna as our alpha, we will not only have a strong, capable leader but someone who makes us untouchable. She is who Brax chose to lead us.” Nick looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “I bow to Alpha Luna,” he declared, taking a knee.

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.

She throws her napkin down and carefully squeezes my shoulder, leaving the dining room. Grace takes a nice big gulp of her wine. “I’ll go. I’m Grace Hardbrook, former Luna of this pack. I knew your parents”. That got his attention. He suddenly looks unhappy and snaps for bottle service. She chuckles, “we don’t keep servants Regan but I’m happy to grab you some whiskey if that’s your drink of choice?”. Thankfully she distracted him well enough for Liam to come to, letting Kalen’s claws retract.

I threaten. Mr. Grayson's eyebrows raise with curiosity, and Dana pulls the sleaves of her sweater down covering her scars. I walk past Dana glaring at her. I walk out of the house and my heart leaps when I see Gabe rushing through the grass up to the house. I can see the stress in his shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees me and that I am safe. He looks exhausted, and it suddenly occurs to me that I have no idea how long I have been gone. I run to him and jump into his arms peppering kisses all over his face like I haven’t seen him in months.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. “And you are?” She asked softly. “Anna,” I turned facing her. She rolled her eyes. “Anna?” She repeated the name, “Never heard of you before.” “Morganna is the full name, Ma,” I said with a smile on my face. “I’m a friend of Grace.” “Hmm, interesting.” She looked at Grace, “You’ve never mentioned her to me.” Grace opened her mouth slightly, “I uhm…” But I didn't let her finish, “You know how Grace is, she makes friends a lot.” I stared at Grace, “Right, Grace?”