Arianne Martell の小説・ストーリー

No one could change his mind. “The priestess wants me to mate? Then, I'll choose my own bride.” He turned to where my family was sitting. “Ariana Stark!” He called. Ariana stood up proudly, her face beaming with smiles. People were whispering as she began walking to the altar. She walked very elegantly, showing off her dress and shoes. When she stood next to me, she snickered. “I told you, Liana, This pack is mine.” She gloated.

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

I hate to be the one to break her heart but I can't let her marry that guy. I took the elevator down a couple of floors to Carmen's room. I wondered what the situation would be like behind her door. Will she be crying or screaming bloody murder at him? Would he even care enough to try to fix things? I knocked on the door and waited..."Carmen, It's me. Open up!"The door opened but it wasn't Carmen I saw... It was him instead."Brent, Where is she?" "She's in the bathroom. You should probably come in, Jamie."Brent opened the door wider and stepped aside. I walked in and he closed it after us."I figured you would come by. Let me guess, you want to know if I've told her?"

ARIANNA My grip on Noah tightened and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as she stood across, dressed in a fitted black gown hinting at the quiet elegance I've always heard about her. Her hair was tied into a sleek bun, two strands dropping off her face with her lips painted in red. “We meet again,” her words came out with a suspicious calm while I shut my eyes in a bid to stop my heart from racing. “It isn't what you think it is,” I said as soon as I found my voice. Then I took a step, “we were just leaving.”

"What?" "I said no." I met Nathan's eyes. "You want Crescent Dominion? You want to rule? Then you're going to have to kill me too. Because I'm not surrendering anything." "Don't be stupid—" "I'm done being controlled." Power was building again, stronger this time. "Done being manipulated. Done letting people like you decide my life. You want a war? Fine. Let's have a war." "Arianne—" "MY NAME IS AVELINE!" I screamed it loud enough that my voice cracked. "Arianne died with her parents eighteen years ago! Aveline is who I've become! Who I chose to be! And Aveline doesn't surrender!"

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

Aynyra stood in her dressing room, waiting as one of her servants stitched together a dress that fitted her. It was a special occasion, after all. Her father, the King, was convinced to hold a commemoration ball for the late Queen. Who was he convinced by? None other than Rhaenyx Maltalor, who had disguised herself as a member of Amiran guild named Nira, who serves the King as a specialised group of warriors.

Maria was too conflicted to read him. "Can you please give me a minute to explain, I was getting to that before the...the thing came in. Just let me explain, please," she was almost crying. It was impossible to hold back the flowing river in her eyes. Explaining was way harder now that she was playing the role of the deceptive wife who married for the gain. The saddest part was, Andrew wasn't wrong. It was in her plans to use him as a stepping stone before things turned out the way they did.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Arianne’s existence was the only reason why Mark was even capable of such cruelty against her! The light in her eyes sharpened into a dangerous glint. Mark could marry anyone else in the world, but not Arianne Wynn! One of the Tremont retinues—a young caregiver—gingerly crossed into the scene with a broom. She began cleaning up the place as quietly as she could.