Arianna Westwood Novels & Stories

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

Arianna said sadly. “But why do you want them to get rid of it?” Hannah asked “Because it belongs to my daughter,” Ariana said and paused. “Your daughter? Where’s she? I would love to meet her” Hannah said smiling. “She's dead,” Arianna said and Hannah opened her eyes wide in surprise. “Oh my goodness!! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had a daughter. I’m so sorry” Hannah said and Arianna smiled. “You shouldn't apologize, it isn't your fault. Her name was Cinderella McKenzie. She's so beautiful like you. She has your eye colors and everything” Arianna said and sat on the bed in the room.

Zoey nodded, "It was delicious." Dahlia Baker glanced at Zoey with disdain and said, "You can't do anything right! Even picking wedding favors, your sister has to do it for you! Look at Ariana, not only is she the top designer at Born Beauty Fashion Company, but she's also a triple threat in the entertainment industry as a film, television, and music star. You're useless! I really don't know why Mr. Maddox chose you as his fiancée." Dahlia snorted coldly, "What advantages could she have?"

"That's just one of her tactics. She's trying to get with William to make me regret everything. There's no need to be bothered by such petty schemes," Brian explained. "Ms. Torrey, that's your lounge." A staff member's voice caught Brian's attention. Ariana walked in wearing a fitted black dress that highlighted her elegance. Her hair was styled in waves behind her back. Her beauty was breathtaking even with minimal makeup. Even the staff couldn't help taking a second look.

It felt like his body was no longer his own as he walked to stand outside her ring. Every move she made wasn’t wasted, and it looked so effortless. Ava maintained control so easily that she would put most of the people at the Academy to shame. Her focus was entirely on the Omega. She fought as if she was made for it, as if she was some sort of warrior. A sexy warrior. Fuck. His teeth throbbed as the need to put his mark on her threatened to take him over.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

When she finished cleaning her body, she wrapped the towel around her body, before walking towards her room. Aria has no money with her, so Lisa helped her with her clothes. Now she helps Lisa at work , so should could have money of her own. Walking towards the closet, Aria grabbed her cream and her body things, then applied it on her body before grabbing her outfit. Which is a black crop top and blue baggy jean. Then grabbed her white sneaker. She lets down her black hair, with a smile. She head downstairs only to see Lisa walking around, her purse with her.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

"Change of plans. Make a detour." Isaac’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. "Of course, Miss Sophia. Where to?" "I’ll direct you," I said. "I need some quality time with someone who doesn't treat conversation like a surgical procedure." I needed Delilah. More importantly, I needed her grandmother, Arianna. Miss Aria was a legendary firecracker who spent her days knitting Delilah’s ‘barely-there’ risqué outfits and telling wild stories about the hearts she’d broken back in the sixties.

“Thank you so much for visiting Elite San Antonio, and I hope your experience with us was pleasurable. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Porter,” Arianna said with a tight smile on her face. She had worked a double that day, and her dogs were barking, courtesy of her Chanel patent leather pumps. Normally, Arianna wouldn’t have dreamed of purchasing something so expensive, but a coworker put her on a luxury consignment website with reasonable prices on luxury name-brand clothing and shoes. The plus side was that Arianna could pay in monthly installments, saving her from pinching pennies at the end of the month.