Arianna Westwood Novels & Stories

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

My secret will be safe for life. “Hello father! Aria.” The annoying anna Vale walked in next. I hated her with all my guts. She feels like she is some Disney princess with a perfect life. I hate her. She doesn’t have to fight for wealth and money, I had to dip my hands in blood to get where I am today. She is the first person I’d render useless the moment the company becomes Jamies. “Fuck it Aria! You are beefing a freaking 19 year old!’”

Aria’s POV The city glitters beneath my penthouse windows, but it’s the kind of glitter that feels cold, sharp—like broken glass pretending to be diamonds. I swirl the last of my wine and catch my reflection in the black pane. Thirty-eight. Widow. CEO of Moretti Interiors. A woman who has everything except the one thing she actually wants.

If this was war, Aria was going to learn what a real queen looked like when cornered. ~~*~~ At the Westford headquarters, Aria stepped out of the elevator into the buzzing media frenzy. Jerry had arranged a charity event, on short notice using the building’s grand ballroom. Isabelle ran up with a list. “Channel Eight confirmed. Two major bloggers are here. Vogue might send a photographer.” Aria smoothed her hair. “Good. Let them see I’m not hiding.” She wore a white, floor-length gown, minimalist, fierce. The color of defiance. The color of truth.

The anger roiling within him threatened to boil over, but he forced himself to steady his breath, to ground himself. "You’re a coward," Alexander spat, his voice trembling with barely-contained rage. "You have everything, and yet you still can’t see what’s right in front of you. Arianna—she was a girl full of fire, full of life, before you destroyed it. You took everything from her, and now you act like you can discard her like she’s nothing. Well, I’m here to tell you, Kael, you’ve lost her. She won’t be useful to you anymore. Not like this."

The brides outfit was very beautiful, it made Raihanna look like a princess for once. Raihanna had a sister, Nauwarah and a very handsome brother, Adnan. Her sister studied abroad too. Nauwarah was studying Medicine in England and Adnan was in his last year in High School. They called their high school Secondary school here. He was in Ss3.

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

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.

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

“I hate you.” “Not me.” I clarified as I settled beside her, my hands sliding across her skin. “You hate how your body still remembers,” she shuddered as I leaned forward. “You hate that your body has always wanted this.” “You're wrong.” Arianna let out a cuss at the sound of her own voice reeking of need, her eyes shutting tightly at the humiliation. “Let's get into it,” I grabbed her legs immediately but Arianna pinned them tighter, refusing access.