Arianna Walton Novels & Stories

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Aurora said and Cindy groaned "Oh gosh...she's dumb" She mumbled "I'm coming in" Aurora tried again "Are you insane?! I said who are you?!" Cindy yelled and pushed her out again Aurora bite her lips "And who are you? Door keeper? Anyways,I am Aurora,Anna's best friend,happy now?" She asked "How come she never told me anything about you?" Cindy asked "So who are you?" Aurora asked "Cindy,her childhood friend and also her best friend" Cindy said proudly

Arianna Five years later The girl name Arianna had died the night I ran from the Liam mansion. Now the world knew me as Dr. Aria Laurent, an award-wining cardiothoracic surgeon and medical innovator, founder of Laurent Biotech, and the woman they called the miracle queen. I’d built hospitals, developed life-saving technology, and performed numerous surgeries other doctors said were impossible. I had wealth, power and respect. Everything I had once thought only men like Damian Liam could have.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Said Emma by extending her hand. “Ariana.” Said the girl simply. It was obvious that she didn't like Emma. Emma simply shook hands with her. When Ariana realized that Emma said Watson as her surname and not Wesley. She smirked and said, “Miss Watson, you are our guest. If you want, I can go and buy new shoes for you.” “No, that would be too troublesome for you. It's alright, I can walk barefoot.” Said Emma by standing up from her chair. “No, not at all, mam. I am Miss Audrey's personal assistant, and I remember that sir always keeps an extra pair of shoes in his office for madam. How about I bring those to you.” Said Ariana with a smirk.

she complained with her waist. "Tsk, don't fall for the gossip," Zayden complained. "So you're the woman he kidnapped?" asked the beautiful woman, now facing Olivia's direction, to her surprise. "That's-" "You're so beautiful. No wonder my cruel brother could melt to you," the woman chuckled. "Don't just talk. Who melts?" Zayden complained, folding his arms across his chest and making the others chuckle. "I'm Ariana Sanders, Zayden's older sister," said the woman, extending her hand towards Olivia.

I turned, a little startled. "Hey," the girl said with a confident grin. "You're Roman Sinclair's stepsister, right?" I blinked. Not what I expected. "Uh... yeah. Ariana." "Lana," she said, sticking out her hand with chipped black polish. "You're kinda famous already, y'know. People don’t shut up about you." My stomach twisted. "Famous?" "You walked in with him. That’s enough to set off the entire female population of this campus."

“He’s still there, but you try finding a nice word that starts with a A.” Ariana shakes her head and clicks the video call icon despite being clad in nothing but a thing graphic tee and a pair of shorts. Her mussed bangs are all over the place prior to rolling around in bed earlier, yet she sports a bright smile as she listens to the faint ringtone that’s probably coming from Williams’s iPad. “You gonna get that?” She asks nonchalantly. “Don’t wanna.” “It’s probably important.” And Williams groans in response.

He tugged the brim of his cap lower, adjusted the collar of his black leather jacket, and scanned the crowd through darkened lenses. "Westbrook's girl just arrived," said Kellan through the earpiece. "She’s wearing red. Alone. Upper balcony, Liam didn’t respond. He already spotted her. Ariana Westbrook. She swayed with a reckless grace—long legs, fiery curls bouncing, eyes half-closed as if the world didn't matter. The spoiled heiress was everything her father warned him about. Unpredictable. Wild. A ticking time bomb waiting to detonate the Westbrook legacy.