Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“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 .

How about I mistakenly tear up your magazines? He moved towards her. Ariel had her magazines and a novel on the bed. The ones she already planned to read when she finished her coffee. The only thing that kept her company during the day. The novel was one of her favorites. She has had it since she was in college. Just like the magazine, Ariel could re-read the novel without getting bored; FALLING FOR HALE. "You wouldn't dare." She shook her head and snarled her teeth. Xavier paid no attention to her dare. He picked up the magazine at first, then tossed it back on the bed. He picked up the novel, showed it to Ariel.

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.