Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

My eyes are glued shut thanks to the mixture of tears and chlorine so I don't know exactly who pulled me out but the faint jumble of voices tells me that I am still alive. I feel painful compressions on my chest and I turn over to cough out the water, throwing up in the process. I have never been more humiliated, the pool should have killed me when it had the chance. I force my eyes open and see Hestia breath a sigh of relief, tears of her own leaving streaks on her cheeks. She takes me into her arms, "My God, Violet, I'm so glad you're okay." "You're," My voice croaks, "You're glad I'm okay?"

’ Maya’s expression changed. “He sees me,” she said quietly. Aria felt cold all over. The phone buzzed again. “Go to the kitchen.” “No,” Maya said immediately. “We are not doing anything he says.” But Aria’s feet moved. Slow. Like something was pulling her. “Aria stop,” Maya said. “I just want to see,” Aria whispered. She walked into the kitchen. Everything looked normal until she saw it. On the counter. Another vase, White lilies, Fresh. Her favourite.

For a long moment, we just sat there, two broken predators huddled together in a tube of steel thirty thousand feet above the sea. “When we land,” he said, his voice hardening, “it won’t be a homecoming. It will be a trial. Bastien messaged me while you were asleep. Soline has already gathered the elders at the cliffs. They’ve prepared the Moot. They want a demonstration of leadership, Arielle. Not a speech.” “What kind of demonstration?” I asked, my hand moving to the Glock at my hip. “The kind that usually ends in a funeral,” he replied. I looked out the window as the lights of Marseille began to twinkle on the horizon like a scattered necklace of diamonds. I wasn’t the girl who had been t

That was possessed Killian. Liana was flying in the air, casting balls of light and summoning large, thorny vines from the ground to whip and bind him. He growled, cutting through her magic and firing black, inky tendrils at her. Arielle? Where was Arielle? `Where are you, Arielle?` `We’re at a corner, in a protective shield.` My gaze swept across the room and landed on a small, translucent, glowing green dome in an almost completely hidden corner. Arielle, her mom, and an unconscious Brielle were hurdled in it, terrified but unharmed, and relief washed through me. They were safe.

“And you need to understand that. Whatever is going on, we will handle it. It’s our duty.” She looked contemplative for a second, before she finally spoke again. “I have to tell you something. It’s about my past.” Arielle took a deep breath, tucking some strands of her fiery red hair behind her ear. Then she continued. “Leon and I... we dated when we were teenagers. It was a long time ago... and I loved him them. We were happy, or so I thought. Then... then I found out that we were mates.” Her eyes looked blank, like she was remembering those times. As she spoke, I felt a foreboding in my gut. Or was it uneasiness, at knowing that this Rogue and her were closer once? I didn’t know.

Who the hell are you guys? The women speak in unison. "Priestess of the Moon Gods." Arielle was a priestess before she was killed on her expiration date by bombs during a rebel attack on the estate led by Jonas. Arielle wasn't a full-blooded demigod, but these women with their burning purple eyes are nothing less than that.

" Anabel said smugly. Arielle looked at her like she was some maniac. She couldn't believe her ears. The sister she accepted and the mother she loved turned out to be the ones behind her miserable life. She wheeled her chair with all her might, smashing herself against the glass walls. She could see the shock and terror on Anabel’s face. Anabel took some steps backward as flying glasses from the shattered terrace came toward her. However, nothing was as shocking as Arielle taking down the most priceless jewel she wanted. Her face went all pale when the pearl she desperately wanted went straight to Arielle’s mouth and down her stomach. “You wench!!”

“Now he's sending medicine to me. How dare he take advantage of my situation. I wasn't in my senses. But he was sober. How can he do that? What if I get pregnant? I will kill him with my bare hands if something like that happens.” Cassandra's jaw clenched. “Vaughn,” she murmured, eyes narrowing. “What did you do?” ~~°~~ The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Ariella’s chamber, bathing the room in soft warmth. She stirred beneath the silk sheets, a faint smile tugging at her lips. It had been a long night, laughter, music, celebration. For once, she’d felt free, no shadows of betrayal, no burdens of vengeance. Only joy. A gentle knock broke her reverie.

Jenny asked, trying to make sense of the conversation. "Why the fuck are you still standing there" she shouted, rising to her feet then she stumbled, her face snacking Into the floorboard. Jenny screamed as she rushed toward her. "Arielle, are you alright". Arielle groaned as she tried to pull herself up. " I can't see a thing. I'm burning up Jenny, I need water" she screamed, repeating the words over as she crawled toward her cabinet. Her body ceased, then she started shaking and Jenny watched in horror as her eyes rolled back and her body spasmed uncontrollably.