Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

“And this is your wife?” “Yes, I’m Liora Wrenford,” Liora replied. “Oh, I’ve heard so much about you. Quite a unique love story—from another man’s ex-wife to Mrs. Wrenford. Remarkable, isn’t it?” “Unique?” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. But unique is better than being an old story no one remembers, don’t you think?” “An old story? Darling, you don’t know how the game works here. In this circle, the ones who survive are those who know how to eliminate their rivals—and I always survive,” Arielle said.

i have big plans for Ellaria and Arren, their story is meant to be rollercoaster of angst, drama, emotions and the scariness of falling in love. with a little grace from the moon goddess, you’ll all hopefully stick around till the end <3

Chapter 113 Ariella’s POV The next town appeared just before sunset. It sat quietly at the edge of a wide valley, surrounded by rolling fields and distant hills that glowed gold under the dying light. From far away, it looked peaceful. Safe. The kind of place I used to believe we could finally settle in. But I didn’t trust appearances anymore. Not after everything. Eli walked beside me silently, his small hand still wrapped in mine. He looked around with quiet curiosity, taking in the new place the way children always do—without fear, without suspicion.

A narrative was carefully woven: the tragic, misunderstood Ashborne daughter, wronged by the old Council, now framed by the same corrupt powers for a crime she didn’t commit. Kaiden Blackthorn, the dutiful Alpha, uncovering a deeper conspiracy and offering her a chance at redemption. It was a story built on half-truths and desperate hope, but it was the only shield we had. The night before we were to depart for the Council capital, Silverwood, I found Aria in the high watchtower. She was staring out at the moonlit peaks, her profile etched in silver and shadow. The bond between us was a thick, heavy cord, taut with the weight of tomorrow.

she said and went to get some wine at the far corner of the room. "And you must think that I am your lackey," Arielle said quietly, smirking sinisterly, watching as she decided on which wine to pick. She glared at Melissa with so much hatred, heavens knew that she doesn't Ike the arrogant girl. All Aunt Marylynne daughters are troubled In paradise .

so I was not surprised by his request. "Her name is Ariel. Let's go meet her." I said standing, my hands finding their way to my hair as I smoothed my hair back. Vincent paled at the name, did he know Ariel? I wondered but how was that possible? Or did he meet her during his move from one pack to another, that was possible. He looked stunned and lost in thought. I had to shake him out of whatever it was. I took him upstairs to meet Ariel. (Vincent's POV)

The door clicked open. The moment they stepped inside, both of them froze. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Aria’s feet wouldn’t move. Her lips parted, trembling. “Vincent …” she whispered, the name breaking off. There he was naked, tangled with another woman. A tear slipped down her cheek.

With his angled jaw, slightly silvery skin, plump lips and sharp eyes, he was handsome, but unlike the sirens, he looked more like a predator. I gave a hesitant smile, and he returned it with one of his own. My stomach sank at the sharp piranha-like teeth in his mouth, and I quickly turned away, my heart pounding. Focus, Yileyna. Ariella chuckled as she came over. "Don’t be too scared. If we wanted you dead, you’d be dead back on that insulting ship. We let you pass without incidence." She said, her tail swishing as she swam around me. She seemed to be telling the truth, but… Was that why our journey had gone rather smoothly after that initial attack?

she whispered. He nodded once, satisfied. “Good.” --- By the time the jet landed, Arielle’s nerves had settled into something warm and suspiciously eager. Damian helped her down the steps, fingers brushing her wrist as though testing how far he could push her comfort. She didn’t pull away. The resort was breathtaking, golden cliffs, blue glass oceans, white villas that looked carved from sunlight. Their honeymoon suite sat above the water, floor-to-ceiling windows, a balcony overlooking the sea, and yes, one massive bed centered like the punchline to an inside joke.

Chapter 7: The rules VIKTOR’S POV I sat on the porch, watching the smoke curl from my cigar, bored out of my mind as I waited for the new girl who arrived at my pack today. Ariel Virellis. After my Beta took her to Ravenna, I ran a quick background check to confirm her story about being from Moonshade, my old pack. She hadn’t been lying. My grip tightened around the glass in my hand as memories I had buried deep began to crawl back. I shoved them aside, letting only one remain.