Arielle And Vinson Novel Free Novels & Stories

Author pov Arianna’s eyes welled with tears again, but she didn’t let them fall. She nodded weakly, her throat tight, her heart breaking all over again. But Kael wasn’t done. “Get me a glass of wine,” he ordered, his tone cold, detached, as if nothing had happened between them. “You’ve got work to do.” Arianna opened her mouth to protest, but then she closed it again. What was the point? There was no point in trying to argue. She had already lost whatever ground she might have gained. She had already lost him.

The truth of her — the coiled creature of divine origin who slithered through war - torn ruins and whispered downfall into sleeping ears — curled herself like silk around Aria’s bare skin and melted in her softness. It always started when Aria was alone. The lovers — Elara, Selene, Nova, L••, I•••, Jules, C••••••••, Mae, P•••••, Lilith and her Haft Sister Athena — would leave the bed, their scents still heavy in the sheets, the echoes of moans still clinging to the air like incense. Aria would lie there, her body bare and glowing, flushed with the aftershocks of love.

Their markings, both natural and newly awakened, pulsed in synchronisation with ours. An elderly human woman approached from behind the bar, her movements careful but determined. As she drew closer, I gasped her eyes held the same violet hue as mine, and faint luminescent patterns were beginning to emerge along her temples. "Lady Ariella," she said, her voice carrying harmonics I remembered from dreams. "Princess of the Solmere line. I've been waiting for you to come home." Costa's hand tightened around mine as understanding crashed over us both. "The fortune teller," he breathed.

Just words, untraceable and unverified one's. And yet they wrapped cold fingers around her spine. Arielle closed the laptop halfway, pressing her palm against the lid as though she could physically contain the unease spreading through her chest. She sat there for a long moment, staring at nothing, listening to the distant hum of the city below the penthouse windows. Valerie’s voice echoed again, sharper now. He sees broken things and needs to own the repair. Arielle stood abruptly and walked to the window, hugging her arms around herself. Outside, the lights glittered endlessly, wealth stacked upon wealth, lives intersecting without ever truly touching.

Emilia shot back just as I heard a sharp scream from outside. "What was that?" Sara questioned. "Aaron! Why isn't this thing moving?" I yelled at the rider. Silence! I angrily flipped the curtain blocking the outside world and was caught by the gruesome sight. Aaron was a bloody mess of blood and bone. The horses were unusually calm but my senses said otherwise. I looked into the distance and cloaked into the darkness was a pair of blazing orange irises and crimson-stained canines. I immediately regretted my decision. The girls trembled at the sight and almost immediately, Emilia jolted out.

She arched a brow urging Arielle the glass she offered. Arielle rolled her eyes and chugs down the wine. A foul smudge of wine dance on her lips. Arielle licks her lips with a notion of satisfaction of making Delilah look stupid worrying. "You could have drugged it. Besides just because you're still relevant doesn't mean you won't be expecting a lawsuit." Delilah drags the notion a little bit longer. Arielle leans a little bit close to Delilah to comfort. "Oh Delilah I wouldn't just drug you. You're too dangerous I'll poison you instead. And I'll make sure you live your last days on earth in pain." Arielle says finishing her glass, she reaches for the bottle to get seconds but Delilah beats

The feeling she had when she just arrived, that was the same feeling again. “What is this place?” She asked Marys and Aiyana. “This used to be lady Ella's quarters.” “Marys is right. Mme Ella got married two years ago and has only returned because her husband has traveled out of the kingdom.” “Out of the kingdom, huh! How nice would it be if I could also see beyond the kingdom.” Violet thought, recalling how her dad had confined her indoors, only teaching her the necessary things she needed to know. She had never left her house, talkless of leaving her local town. But here she was, several kilometres away from home, in the house of a man she is tasked to murder.

I swore and began to get up but my eyes literally blinked out of the sockets and fell on the floor. The f*ck is that? Is this some kind of joke or what? It was the day's newspaper and I was in it. Me? Arielle Summers, the hopeless wallflower. I hurriedly unfolded the newspaper lying under me. The f*ck am I doing in this picture and too with the most infuriating and arrogant son of a bachelor. I took a sharp breath and skimmed through the news article. My mind went blank when the things began threading in my mind. I got up from the floor and cautiously peeped through the keyhole of the door.

Her wolf, Ariel, came forward to complete the mating bond with Vine. As they circled each other, Vine could scent her passion increasing with each touch, the bond sending the sweetest of tingles through their touch. He grabbed her, enveloping her mouth in his, kissing her deeply. Ariel wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss and parting her lips, allowing their tongues to face off in a glorious dance for control. She submitted to him and they continued to seal the bond throughout the rest of the night. The next morning, she awoke alone.

I grabbed her legs immediately but Arianna pinned them tighter, refusing access. “No,” she gasped as my lips graced her neck skin. Her arms thrashed behind her as she let out a soft whimper. “I… I don't want this.” “I only serve this body,” I stated as I grabbed her legs swiftly. Like a master, I forced my knees in between, keeping them open for myself. “No,” Arianna cried as I unzipped her zip. I tugged at her waist and the next second, the trousers she was in were off her.