Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

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

"Thanks, someone else has the right to it." He thought about the first baby. He has no idea how he is going to face the situation but for now he was going to avoid thinking about it. Damon ordered maids to bring the drinks and they celebrated Mikhail's milestones. The month passed in a blur where many things happened. Mikhail joined back to the work, Rafael stayed out of the house most of the time, Jackson got killed by Marinos and Rafael pledged to destroy them, Mira got into the accident after a huge fight with Damon, Rafael forcefully brought the girl home and everyone was struck by her beauty.

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.

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.

Arielle suddenly opened her eyes wide when she heard the loud knocking outside her room. She got up from the bed groggily to open the door for the person who was knocking as if there was a fire. In her hurry to open the door for the person outside, she forgot to put on a robe over her very thin and see-through nightie. "What's the matter? Why are you knocking so—" The rest of what she was going to say got stuck in her throat when she saw that it was Gun who was knocking. She suddenly remembered what happened last night and didn't know how to face him.

I woke up and noticed Vincent wasn't in the room. After bathing, I stepped out of the room and met Ariella. "Oh, you finally woke up. Breakfast?" "Yeah, sure" I replied as she led me to the dining room. I was served bacon and eggs with a cup of hot chocolate. "Would you like to explore the city after breakfast, I promise it would be fun, we can go shopping?" she asked gleefully " Sure, it would be nice" " Yes" she exclaimed excitedly

Meeting Ariel wasn’t a coincidence, but what if she adds more to his half solved problems. We have heard of brothers fighting, but that of twins are commonly rare; especially for a naïve teenage girl who knows nothing about their strange society. The story contains some Romance/Actions scenes. Rated +16 A fiction story; written by the owner (Vickie Dora). Chapter One (Half Breed) Staring at the long queue ahead of her, Ariel picked up her plastic bucket and went directly to the tap. She was about putting it beneath the tap, when someone hits it, making it fall to the ground.

The ceiling flickered, struggling to keep up with failing energy grids. On Celene’s abandoned terminal, a file blinked open. No passcode. No encryption. ''Ariella Vale. Status-Weapon'' My chest didn’t tighten. My hands didn’t shake. Of course. I hadn’t been a person in this story for a long time. I’d been a blade. A lever and a fuse. I stepped back. The lights dimmed. Outside, the sky was cracked with stormlight. Somewhere, the last ruins of Thorne Tower were still burning. Then Elsa’s voice reached me through comms. “Ariella…”