Arianna Walton Novels & Stories

She could have some advantage of it. But, now seeing Emma as Nick's wife, rose a sense of jealousy inside her. She was still lost in her thoughts, when Emma's voice sounded in her ears, “It's alright if you don't have it. You don't have to think so much.” The guard was about to say something. When the lady named, Ariana spoke up, “No, it's not like that. It's just that I don't have an extra pair of heels with me.” “Oh, it's alright. By the way, I am Emma Watson.” Said Emma by extending her hand.

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.

I hope I have the strength to see this through because I didn’t want to be the rejected Luna he came to anytime he felt like. I wanted to be Me. Ariana Volkstane, a powerful she-wolf and a renowned restless spirit therapy expert.

“And this is Rita and Ariana. I begged them to join us for a drink. I basically had to use my charms to make them come join us.” Ariana took a seat beside me and Rita sat beside William, we knew that Mathew was married and didn't flirt around even when we came to bar’s like this. Everyone seemed pinned off in one conversation or the other that I was forced to have small talk with Ariana, she was twenty four year old and worked in an accounting department. She had alot to share about that topic, So much that she didn't notice that I had completely tuned her out, going over my weekly schedule on my mind and What Blair would be doing right now. “What do you do?” She asked breathlessly, as thoug

Ariana said and joined her hand together as she pleaded. "Yea, fine how would a person reject puppy eyes?" James answered with a fatherly smile. Ariana busied herself with the kitchen work since her job is tidy the plates being used. "Ari...... Guess what I just saw?" Charlotte, Ariana's best friend requested as she waved her phone at Ariana's face. "What...?" Ariana asked eagerly as I rushed to her side. She showed Ariana the news that read that Ariana Stuart has been offered a scholarship to Sawyer College.

Collectors trusted her, the media loved her, and she'd played the part of the devoted Yaldon wife flawlessly. Of course, she'd known nothing about what was really happening behind the scenes. We'd made sure of that. And now she was Ayra Walton. Billionaire heiress. A successful actress as her film had wrapped and early test screenings were calling her performance "career-defining." The Phoenix jewelry line was printing money. She didn't need us anymore. Which made what I was about to do even more humiliating. I picked up my phone and dialed before I could talk myself out of it.

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.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?