Arianna Grace Ass Novels & Stories

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

Instead, Ariana stood still, arms crossed tightly across her chest, eyes filled with pity. Pity? A cold sweat broke out on Katherine’s skin. Ariana never pitied anyone. Not even when her own world was falling apart. She’d rather crack a joke or say something wild to lift your spirits than ever wear that expression. Something was wrong. “What the hell are you doing there, standing?” Grace, the secretary, barked, pushing up from her seat. “You bitch! This’s all your fault! If not for you, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

What was she playing at? Gianna smiled very brightly at her, her eyes bright. Smiling at her, "I’m not hungry, I already booked a plane ticket to Critport to see Declan, and I'm already running out of time. I might just go by train?" As her words fell, Grace’s good-looking face stiffened. Gianna laughed and said, "Don't get upset, the wrinkles on your face are coming out, and you'll need to take injections and medication again when the time comes."

Camille agreed. Grace leaned forward, her grin wicked. "Okay, listen up. Here are my three statements. One – I once hacked into a government database just to prove I could. Two – I met a celebrity and had no idea who they were until after they left. Three – I have a tattoo in a place none of you would ever guess." A moment of stunned silence. Then Maria threw up her hands. "Okay, what?" "You hacked into a government database?" Priya demanded. Grace shrugged, sipping her drink. "Did I?"

“I won’t dare to lose it. Let me look at the rat called Roxana” Grace picked her phone and scrolled the internet. She typed her name on her social media page. It came with many people who answered with the same name. However, Roxana Briggs name points at the interview she granted concerning the two men and the viral proposal video. Roxana Briggs is the most popular and most followed person among her namesake. With over six million followers. Grace knew it was Roxana's page. She is searching for it. “Got you, old cat,”Grace said.

Another message followed: “You’re still playing the victim… how long do you think that will last?” Grace’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t need a name. She already knew. Anita. Grace stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then slowly— A small, controlled smile appeared on her face. “This is your game?” she whispered. Her grip tightened on her phone. “Good.” She lifted her head. Eyes sharper than ever. “I’m done being played.” 🔥

************** Your gurl, Anna.

Because she knew Ariana could never be Luna. “Keep dreaming. There is no harm in dreaming about good things. But living in falsehood is utter foolishness. I believe that.” Ariana gritted her teeth but could not do anything to her as Gracelynn was Alex’s and Cristian’s favorite. She did not want to dig her own grave by upsetting them by misbehaving with Grace. “No one can take my place, Lynn. I will never allow that.” Ariana said, eyeing Beatrix who was also staring at her boldly.

When we reached the Luna’s office, Rowan opened the door for me. “Go in,” he said. I stepped inside. Grace sat behind a huge wooden desk. Her silver hair was pinned back, her posture perfect. Her eyes… the same cold silver as Aiden’s followed me as I entered. She didn’t tell me to sit. “So,” she began slowly, “you’re the girl the Moon Goddess has chosen for my sons.” I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. Her lips curved into a sharp smile. “How convenient.”

Vic and I respond at the same time. “Who is she?” She presses her lips together, amused. “Well I wasn’t planning on doing any name dropping. I really want this to succeed though and if Grace didn’t have contacts I wouldn’t have gotten it this far. Grace Astor,” she says, sitting back in her chair. “No shit,” Vic says, stunned.