Arianna Westwood Novels & Stories

Three more weeks. 847,000 likes. I scroll before I can stop myself and find her daughter in one of the photos. Aria. Sixteen years old, from Vivienne’s first marriage, and somehow just as devastatingly pretty as her mother, same bone structure, same easy grace, like beauty was simply something that ran in their blood and couldn’t be diluted. She was smiling at the camera with her arm around Roman’s neck and he was smiling back and something about that picture specifically sat in my chest like a stone.

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

Mary looked on in excitement, but her smile was soon to vanish and turn into a deep frown, the joy in her heart slowly disappeared and turned into fury. The passengers door of the car slowly opened, and first she saw a woman's leg with black heels step out of the car, and then the owner of the leg stepped out fully her looks almost taking Mary's breath away. Mary recognized the face the moment she stepped out of the car, she looked even more beautiful than she looked in the magazines she had seen her. It was Ariana Anderson, a gorges fashion model.

Now they watched her the way people watched a gathering storm on the horizon, waiting anxiously to see what it would destroy when it finally arrived. A sudden knock interrupted her heavy thoughts. Before she could respond, the door opened slightly. Luna Miriam entered the room with quiet grace. She was Ryan’s aunt, one of the oldest and most respected wolves in the entire pack. Aria straightened immediately, surprised by the late visit. “Miriam.” The older woman offered a small, gentle smile. “I could not sleep.” Aria almost laughed at the shared admission. “Neither could I.”

🌼 CHAPTER SEVEN 🌼 Christiana came out of the restroom and bumped into someone, a woman actually. Arianna Jourdan! Arianna was a very beautiful and famous model. With the perfect face and perfect body, she was every man's ideal woman. Not only was Arianna a model but she was also filthy rich. Arianna's father, Mr. Jourdan, was the owner of three of the most famous jewelry shop in the city and also the whole world. So from day one, Arianna was born with a silver spoon.

That means Arianna Sawyer is Anna my ex-wife the woman that I believed to be a gold digger is a world winner designer. What else do I not know about her?

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

On the days when Ariana had a craving for their cakes, she would line up and buy a box for herself. "It seems you got lucky today. Did you wait in line for a long time?" Ariana made small talk with a polite smile. Weston thought it was pointless to hide the box since Ariana had seen it. "Mrs. Ulrich, I was just running an errand." In this company, who else but Spencer could make Weston run errands? Spencer was never fond of anything sweet. It was obvious who he was buying the cakes for. Ariana walked out of the Ulrich Group building with her head held high. Only when she reached Sienna's house did she slump her shoulders in exhaustion. She then proceeded to remove her shoes and curl up on th

"You got back with Ivan?!" "Hell naw!" Aria exclaimed in reflex "That's the last thing I wanna do." It was refreshing that she no longer cared about Ivan. "I see you've gotten over that jerk completely." Anna said, then her eyes lit up again. "So who did?" "No one did. I did." Aria responded, taking a look at the beautiful dress. "You can't be serious right now." "What do you mean?" Aria arched her brows at her. Anna shrugged. "It's been a long time since you ordered an outfit for yourself so I was beginning to think you were incapable of doing that."