Novel & Cerita Arielle And Vinson Novel

Ari's POV ‘Do you, Ares Cain Martin, take Arianna Marlina Erickson, as your bride, mate, and QUEEN?’ My father was standing in the throne room wearing his regal crown and robes. Ares was kneeling beside me in front of my father. ‘I do, in every way I can, I DO!’ Ares declared loud and proud for all to hear. There was a massive crowd of people surrounding us and filling the throne room to the brim. I don’t think I have ever seen so many gathered in our throne room as I do now.

“Don’t bother to alert the others. Just get me somebody “ he said trying very hard to sound as okay as he could. Fire understood him and nodded his head and hurriedly left to get one of the girls. …A few blocks away… Arielle checked has r phone but she could out the battery was dead. She was frustrated with the thought of what to do next. This place look like there was no one in sight. All the houses she knocked on had no me inside. She was about to give up when she saw a place with its lights on. She beamed. “Finally, “ she said and walked over. She was hungry and tired. Maybe the people here will help her with something to eat. She pressed the bell outside and waited anxiously for the owne

My fingers flexed around my knife, the urge to stab burning into my nerves because this wasn't the plan. Stone shoved Lucas off, and Ivy whimpered at the sight of blood between Ariella's thighs. She really was a virgin. Not anymore.

Ariella growled in anger as she stood up and went in search of a band to hold her hair in a high ponytail. When she was done, she sighed and looked back at Kelvin who was still lost in thought and had not heard when she called out to him. Ariella walked up to stand beside him as she folded her arms on her chest to stare out of the window too so that she could see what was so interesting that he was staring at with rapt attention, but apart from an open piece of concrete floor with some flower vases arranged in order on them, she saw nothing else. Ariella wrinkled her face in a frown before she dropped her hands from her chest and turned to face him. He was yet to notice that she was even sta

But she knew this—she would not be tamed. And somewhere in the shadows, Dante poured a glass of bourbon, thinking about the girl with dust on her boots and fire in her eyes. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a letter—yellowed, creased, and signed by a name Gabrielle had never seen. Julian Virelli.

Though the girl’s father turned their love marriage into a business deal, neither of the two were forced to do this. So why did they run away? Both of them just left one note in their rooms. Both the notes had just one small string of words: I am leaving. Just these three words written in plain black ink. Nothing else. “You don’t have to worry about that, Alex. I have another daughter. She’ll take her sister’s place.” Adam Walker says with a sickly evil smirk. This man… “Nonsense! Aviana is too young for all this! You can’t expect us to let you do such a crime and spoil that poor girl’s life!” My mother, Veronica Knight, argues.

Just for me. I stopped at the door but did not turn. "Be careful," he said. I walked out. Arielle's POV I had been lying in the mud for what felt like hours before I understood that I was not dead. The understanding came slowly, assembled from small pieces of evidence. The cold of the ground beneath me. The sound of night insects resumed after the violence that had driven them silent. The ache in my side where I had fallen against a root, and the deeper ache in my shoulder where a blade had caught me in the chaos — not deep, not mortal, but insistent.

“That was the only way to protect her. The pack would have destroyed her otherwise. It was a shield, nothing more.” Arthur huffed in disbelief. Keep telling yourself that, Alpha. But we both know the truth, she awakens something in us that we can't tame. Ethan’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Then, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Arielle entered with the maids, every step measured and graceful. The silk gown clung to her form like liquid moonlight, her damp hair glimmering in the torchlight. Her eyes met Ethan’s briefly, and for an instant, neither looked away.

Lydia moved to block her again—stupidly brave or just stupid—but Yvonne shoved the gun under her chin. "Move," Yvonne said softly. "Or I paint the ceiling with you." Lydia stepped aside. Arielle didn't look back as they walked out. The front door slammed behind them like a gunshot. In the car, Yvonne floored it before Arielle even buckled up. "You okay?" Yvonne asked, glancing over. Arielle stared out the window. "No. But I will be." “I'm so sorry, those people treated you like shit. No one deserves to go through that.” She whispered softly and Arielle just nodded. Feeling too weak to even speak about it.

"You don’t have enough health left to survive this." Ara’s hand moved to her pocket without thinking. Right before Kayla had smashed her through the wall, she’d quickly hidden the drive there. She spat blood onto the marble floor and gripped her broad blade tight as she stood up straight. "You’re not taking anything from this house, Kayla," Ara hissed, her eyes fierce. "Not anymore." Kayla shrugged. "Fine." A savage fight exploded across the grand foyer. Before the twins could even call up their system powers, the heavy front doors burst open. A dozen enemy players rushed in, moving together like a deadly machine. The estate guards tried to fight back, but they were tossed aside like toys.