Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

As she disappeared into the hallway, the room fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and contented sighs. Claudine's footsteps echoed through the mansion's grand foyer as she entered, but her gaze was arrested by a figure that shouldn't be there. Ariella stood poised, her slender frame radiating a fragile, vulnerable aura. Claudine's instincts prickled, her werewolf senses on high alert. How did she get past without being noticed? What did she want? Ariella's eyes locked onto hers, filled with deep sorrow. "Claudine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. For everything. For betraying your trust, for hurting you, for letting Reid manipulate me."

Ariella's POV "I'm here, uncle!" Damien finally squeezed his way out of the crowd, followed by a woman who was dressed up and made up. Her hair was messy, and her lipstick was gone. It was obvious that she and Damien had just done something in private. I laughed coldly and looked at Damien with a mocking expression. Kiley seemed to realize something and glared at the woman before turning back to Matthew and crying out, "Uncle, Ariella wants to kill me! She pushed me over!"

Guess you've earned to enjoy being treated like trash. Zara’s eyes widen in shock. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. — You’re crossing the line, Lenart — Draven growls, his tone sharp enough to make the boy flinch. That’s when Arielle appears, wrapped in something that looks more like black tape than a dress. It barely reaches below her thigh, the neckline plunging down to her sternum. There’s not much left to the imagination. — You smell way too good for a priest — she teases, smiling at Lenart, and I see the muscles in his jaw lock tight.

Every time I tried to think this is wrong, this is confusing, this is Maira, another pull of her mouth erased the thought. My arms trembled above my head but I didn’t move them. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She released my wrists finally. They fell to my sides, useless. Maira kissed down my stomach, open-mouthed, her tongue dipped into my navel until I whimpered. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans. I lifted my hips without being asked, my body listened even though my mind was still spinning in circles. She pulled everything down in one motion, jeans, underwear, socks. Then I was naked and she was kneeling between my legs, looking at me like I was something precious and filthy

I took a hesitant, slow step forward, lowering my massive head and letting out a low, rumbling whine to tell her the danger had passed. Arielle took a shaky breath, her ribs expanding painfully, and gently rested her snout against my shoulder. The moment her fur brushed against mine, a wave of soothing warmth rushed through the bond, easing the phantom pain in my own shoulder. But the relief didn't last long. Arielle’s legs suddenly buckled beneath her weight. With a soft, exhausted huff, she collapsed onto the damp grass, her white coat stained with crimson. Panic flared in my chest again. Her breathing was shallow, and the wound on her shoulder was deep.

Ariella had managed to walk out of the company, taking labored steps into the empty road. She helplessly yearned for help to come her way and the more she walked into the dark, breezy road, the more consciousness tried to slip out of her. And it didn't last as she eventually fell to the cold ground, but before she passed out, an eye-blinding light flickered from an incoming car. So, she used the last strength in her to wave before completely succumbing to darkness. *********** The rays of light penetrating the room made her eyelids flicker open slowly, and she groaned slightly, alerting Sebastian, who hurried to her side to help her up.

“After all, we are about to be engaged-” Before Lavi can refute her, someone pulls Ariel away. “Ariel!” Guinevere gasps while Anna stands next to her, completely still. “Long time no see.” “Princess Guinevere,” Ariel curtsies. “How are you?” “I am fine!” Guinevere exclaims. “Have you met Lady Vanya? She is Lavi’s partner.” Ariel is shocked and rounds on the girl standing next to Guinevere. This blind girl is Lavi’s partner?

Outside the motel room, rain began to fall again, light at first, then heavy, soaking the empty streets. But inside, they were ready. Midnight was coming. And the truth was waiting. The air was cold and damp as Arielle stepped out of the car. The old greenhouse loomed in front of her, its glass panels cracked, vines snaking across its skeletal frame. Shadows danced behind the broken panes, and every instinct in her body screamed turn back. But Xavier was beside her, his hand gripping hers tightly. “We stick together,” he murmured. “No matter what.” Arielle nodded. “Let’s end this.”