Arianna In Cursive Novels & Stories

Looking at me like she was checking to see if I was okay. "You're the woman who helped me get away from Lucas " I said. She smiled. "I just gave you an excuse to leave " she said. "You're the one who actually got away." She sat down across from me. "My name is Ariana by the way. We didn't really introduce ourselves yesterday." "I'm Sereia " I said. Ariana glanced over at Annabelle, who was still sitting at her table. "She's quite a woman " Ariana said.

Ariana said whining. "Okay." Bianca said. "And I've only written two words." Ariana said. "What are they?" I asked. "My name, Ariana Young." She said getting irritated. "Actually, your name is not a part of your assignment, so technically, you still haven't written anything." Charlotte said making all of us laugh. "You're a terrible motivator!" Ariana said almost crying, throwing a pen at Charlotte. "Okay come on, come on! Positivity time!" Gretchen said grabbing our attention.

Crazy. My fingers trailed her pictures, Arianna smiling, younger, brighter, alive in a way I never was. In one photo, Vivian stood between their parents, perfect and polished. Arianna was off to the side, half hidden, her smile small but real. A few of her awards were on the table. “Uh, uh, someone was a bookworm, smart unlike me.” Good thing I hadn't transmigrated while Arianna was in college her grades would've been toast. Lucky for her, I could manage arts and design without causing a scandal.

“This place is beautiful.” Arianna on the other hand, came to a halt, her lips shut as her gaze shifted from me to the small plants in vases that had been already set up close to the windows. She was dressed in a simple floral dress in a wrap around style at the top part and a free flowing down that accentuated her figure despite it being long to reach her ankles. “Yeah,” Arianna murmured and nodded absentmindedly, the wheels in her brain turning. “I’m trying to figure out what and how.”

Arianna slipped into her gown with open shoulders that hugged her figure beautifully, featuring a neckline that revealed just a hint of her generous bosom. A stylist had transformed Arianna’s hair, intricately weaving one side into a braid while securing the rest in a neat bun. Maya took charge of her makeup, opting for a light yet enchanting look. Her mother held her hand, providing her with emotional support.

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

Renata took Ariana into her arms and looked at Ariana's pretty and chubby face. "She looks like me as a child," Renata murmured. "What's your name?" "Ayi," she replied. "Ariana Queen Sanders," Bastian replied, making Renata look at him. "Hello, Ari," said Renata, and somehow her heart ached and she wanted to cry full of longing. Renata took Ari into her arms. "I'm sorry, mommy, yes." "Why are you apologizing? Mommy wasn't naughty," said Ariana, loading Renata with smiles and holding her daughter even more longingly.

They finally reached Ariana's office, a space of inspiration. Ariana gestured towards a plush chair, indicating for Susan to take a seat. Susan obliged, sinking into the luxurious chair. As their eyes met, Ariana introduced herself with a warm smile. "I'm Ariana Wyatt," she said, her voice carrying a gentle confidence. Susan reciprocated with a polite nod, feeling excitement and apprehension. "I'm Susan Miller," she replied, her voice tinged with tension.

I stretched my hands. "Yes. Carmen." He smiled, taking it. I nodded. I raised my brow when there was a little hesitation in withdrawing his hands. He smiled again. "Oh, here she is." There came an annoyed Ariana. "Hey!" She said sharply, marching towards us in her heavy heels. "These heels are killing me." She leaned against Ryan's arm as she took them off. We all heard Gianna's little snarl and Ariana withdrew her hands immediately. She raised her brows at Gianna who looked in between Ariana and I.

GABE The clink of metal echoed faintly as I leaned against the dungeon wall. Arianna sat at the table, wrists unshackled for the moment, her hands moving with quiet grace as she finished the last signature on the paperwork. Her skin was pale, lips chapped, but there was still something defiant in the tilt of her chin, like even now, she refused to bow to the consequences of her choices. She slid the folder across the table. “It’s done. You have full custody now. Happy?”