Arianna In Cursive Novels & Stories

“You’re dangerous.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. “You have no idea.” She slammed her forehead into his, dazing him. Then she grabbed his throat, not choking, but claiming. “Yield,” she ordered. He shuddered beneath her. “You want me to beg?” “Yes.” His chest rose and fell, his silver eyes locked with hers. Then, slowly, deliberately, he whispered, “I yield.” The Elder's voice echoed through the arena. “It is done! Luna remains Alpha Queen!”

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.

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.

“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.

dee chuckled at this. Both Arianna and Brianna are exact copies of Ryan. They have the same shoulder-length black hair, the same face cut, and the same way of talking, and every day before going to school, they force Ryan to tie their hair as he ties his when he goes to the office. If he ties his hair in a bun someday, both of them want their hair to be tied in a bun too.

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.

Arianna growled. “You boast of things that you'd never be able to do, and it's sickening.” Raina hissed. “Is she now your mouthpiece?” Arianna scoffed, seeing she couldn't bully Raina. “Are you her mouthpiece?” “Arianna, leave me… alone.” I muttered, barely looking at her in the eyes. “She speaks.” Arianna cackled. “You don't have to be harsh, especially when I've done nothing to annoy you.” I growled, and she rolled her eyes.

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.