Ariel Moore Footloose Novels & Stories

Still she made sure to let up sometimes on the manipulation and she was not a ruthless beast who would destroy the mind of another even if the person was a pure evil bitch. Ariel laid on her bed as she rubbed her head tiredly. She had finally shaken off the overly dependent Layla and boy was she glad. As she scrolled through all the information she had gathered in her head, she smiled. Soon! Soon, I'll be free of this prison and be back to Damien . Just a little more! As she was smiling over her near success, a knock came from the door. She groaned quietly in frustration lest the other person on the other side of the door heard her. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked towards the d

For a girl who had literally been imprisoned for over a month, being out in the free world- walking freely in the crowded streets and breathing the polluted city air- was like heaven on earth. Right from the moment when Skinner gave her the good news, Moira felt like she was floating on a cloud; nothing could put her spirits down. Not only had Angelo given her the green light to go on the shopping trip, he also gave her his personal Platinum VISA card so that she could buy some new clothes and personal supplies. The rest of the day out at the market and the mall was, for Moira, like a child’s first visit to Disneyland.

Just remember that you are a worthless being that needed to be taught a lesson. The words flowed from my mind and slipped into hers. Her eyes cleared up and a slow nod was the only indication I got from her. I backed up away from her, and she looked down at the ground, slightly confused before shaking it off and walking through the door and down the hallway. A round of applause caused me to tense, and I spun around to find Queen Fara’s son, Elijah, leaning against the stone wall. “Well done, that was one hell of a breakup.” He said as he pushed off the surface and smirked over at me.

All she could think was, “Holy fuck, I spoke with Poppy Carrie.” She called Harper. And she was going to be on the next flight. ********** That night, feeling oddly buoyant, Cole treated herself to an epic bath, pouring almost all of the free Molton Brown products into it until she had her very own watery bubble cloud. Unfortunately, it was way less fun than she thought it was going to be because it was a depressingly large tub to contain a single, smallish Cole. And it woke up the beast of her missing Aiden, which she mostly kept tucked up inside while doing other things. But sometimes, when she was alone, it shook off its lethargy and came at her with teeth and claws until she was left wit

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

Ariel giggled out and smiled evilly looking at the sleeping naked Moena . I can't wait to reach at the city, I am excited ..Ariel mumbled with a smile .

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

~ Amara ~ The silence of Moore Crest used to feel like a heavy blanket, but now it feels like a thin, cold mist. It follows me through the halls of the east wing and settles in the corners of the rooms I inhabit. Since the fitting room incident with Selene, I have learned a new level of quiet. I do not just speak less; I aim to exist less. I am becoming a shadow in my own home, a ghost that Gideon Moore paid millions of dollars to keep in a gilded cage.

she said, rolling her eyes. "Age is just a number!" Travie shot back, lifting his glass to laughter and cheers. "Alright, it’s getting late," Bisila said, standing up. "I’m heading home before any of you try something stupid." "I’ll walk you," offered the blonde guy. "Oh, so you can have me all to yourself, Daglous?" Bisila teased. "No, no, I just—" "I’ll walk with you," the man in the hat interrupted, his voice smooth. "If you don’t mind."