Arielle Moore And Vinson Nightshade 소설 & 이야기

I was quiet at first, a million thoughts running through my head, struggling to decide whether or not I was just going to say the truth. “I was just returning to the ceremony and we both should do that.” I said, but Aria was hovering over her on the bed and she wouldn't move. “I think you should just tell her,” Ragner said. Logan seemed to agree. Aria's face showed she was getting impatient. “Aria, this is Violetta Nightshade,” I introduced, “years before the moon goddess gave me Helen, we were betrothed…our fathers were inseparable and made a commitment that we'd end up together.” I paused,

I stared at it. "Sources close to the Dark Moon Pack confirm that Iris Calloway, the young woman who made headlines last month when she fled her own mating ceremony to Alpha heir Nicholas Crest, was seen today leaving her place of work in the company of Aurelian Virex, whose return to Dark Moon territory has already sent shockwaves through seven allied packs. The nature of their relationship remains unconfirmed, but witnesses describe the scene outside the building as, and I quote, the kind of exit you don't forget."

She was cute, as always, when she slept, which sounded weird coming from me, but watching her sleep was something I couldn’t avoid since we shared the same room. *Knock knock* “Come in,” I said, turning my attention back to the door as George walked in. “You have a letter from Moonshade territory,” he said, walking towards the table I was sitting at. His gaze flickered to Arielle and then back to me. Unlike the first time they had met, he was no longer rude and impetuous to her. They weren’t buddies, but they met eye-to-eye and were civil. He treated her with the respect she deserved and had no problem with her because Arielle played the role of my wife and Luna like she was made for it. May

"Arielle has already told me what she knows, so I will now give a detailed report of all the information we have. Is there anyone opposed to this?" Tyler asks. The alphas glance at each other, but no one raises their hand. "Seeing as there are no refusals, I will start," Tyler continues. "As we all know, we were made aware of this plot when we noticed an increase in rogue attacks. Thus, we formed this alliance. The next major event was Arielle's kidnapping. As you have been made aware, Arielle is a lycan, so barely any drugs work on her, but somehow she was sedated. This means that our opponent has the resources to create a previously unknown drug that is effective on lycans." Tyler pauses a

He too, felt the same way. If they could take things a bit further tonight then..that would be great. As for the other things, he would worry about them later. “I'll go get the wine, please, meet me downstairs.” “Okay.” Violet agreed. “See you then.” As soon as Alaric left the room, she started to prepare her bath so she would at least remember some of the magnificent things she did and said while she was drunk. She bathed and wore a light peach robe that stopped on her toes. She only wore breast pads and panties so the heat of the wine wouldn't make her try to remove her clothes.

Ariella’s POV I didn’t sleep. Not even an hour. My night was raw, fractured by jagged thoughts. All I could see was the fire I’d sparked underneath Damon’s empire, burning bright behind my eyes. By 5:00 a.m. I dressed in a black turtleneck, flat shoes, and gloves—shadows for armor, not fashion. I ghosted through the penthouse, each step silent, deliberate. At the burner, the message glowed with unease:

“About the woman from last night’s ball.” Ethan didn’t slow his pace. “Go on.” Her name is Arielle Mooncrest, the daughter of the late Alpha and Luna of Moon Titan. Both were killed in a war some years ago. After their death, the council placed her under Alpha Xander’s care. Ethan’s expression remained unreadable, but his tone sharpened slightly. “Convenient.” Leo nodded. “Indeed. But there’s more. She is to be bound and marked by Xander’s son tonight.”

The latter sounded happier than the future bride. "It's been so many years, Ariel! Mr. Anderson has finally decided to make you his actual partner! This is great news! Now that Mr. Anderson is backing you up, there's nothing for you to worry about! Your schedule will be chock full of gigs from now on! Let me make an announcement right here, right now! Simone Moore is nothing to me from today onward!" As Ariel listened to Jodie's words, she couldn't help but smile giddily. Joy was written all over her face at that time. It was as though she was immersed in rose-colored fantasies of her life after getting married to Stephen.

Amber said quickly. Raymond stepped forward and carefully laid her mother onto the center of the platform. The moment her body touched the stone— The light beneath it flared. Bright. Alive. Amber’s breath caught. “What is it doing?” Selene asked. The guide’s voice was calm now. “It is responding to her blood.” Amber stepped closer slowly, her heart pounding. Her mother’s chest rose slightly. Stronger. Color began to return faintly to her skin. Hope surged through Amber so quickly it almost hurt. “It’s helping her,” she said. “Yes,” the guide replied.

Her fingers trembled as they hovered over her phone, re-reading his last message: Don’t touch yourself tonight, Ari. I want you trembling for me by tomorrow. She swallowed hard. Her body was on fire, her sheets damp with need, but she kept her promise. Barely. The next morning, Arielle dressed like sin. A black mini skirt. No panties. An oversized white shirt that still smelled like Xavier’s cologne, because it was his. She tied the ends in a knot just above her navel and left two buttons undone, exposing the deep curve of her cleavage.