Arielle Moore And Vinson Nightshade Novels & Stories

She answered it immediately, pressing the device against her ear. "Speak," she commanded. "Shawn Sterling just checked into his suite with a woman," the voice at the other end of the line reported quickly. Hearing this news, the lady’s smile grew even wider, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous, toxic satisfaction. The suspense of her identity finally faded away under the golden candlelight, revealing the beautiful but cruel face of Ariel O'Brian. Her dirty plan was working perfectly. She believed the aphrodisiac drug she had ordered the waiter to slip into the drinks had driven Shawn and Valeria into a wild frenzy, forcing them to run off to a bedroom together.

⚠️ Vincent pov I don't think my life could get any worse than it is right now. I hang up on Allison and toss my phone on the desk as Enya enters my office with a plate of food in hand. I know I should hate her; I should despise her and let her rot in the cells. I need to start asking questions and find out what the Alliance is planning, but I can't. The spark of excitement dancing in her eyes, and the slight smile she tries to hide, make me melt. There's something about her that draws me closer and closer to her, and sometimes I fear Aros might be right. Would the Moon Goddess be so unfair as to pair me with someone who would do anything to kill shifters until there's none left alive?

Let me bleed for you. Through the blinding white light, I felt the ice begin to shift. I was acting as a lightning rod, pulling the Solstice Strain out of his mind and into my own human body. It felt like my veins were being filled with liquid lead, but beneath me, I felt the Alpha’s muscles begin to relax. The purple glow faded back to a soft, celestial white. “Arielle…” His voice was clearer now, a whisper in my mind. But the cost was too high. As the virus flooded into my system, my grip loosened. My eyes rolled back. I felt myself slipping off the deck, the dark, hungry mouth of the Mediterranean waiting to swallow me whole.

*:first-child]:mt-0"> The climb took hours. Or maybe days. Time didn't exist in the Void Chasm. Arielle’s fingers were raw and bloody. But every time her skin tore on the sharp rocks, the black mist healed it. She didn't feel tired. She felt like a machine running on endless fuel. Finally, her hand grabbed a root covered in dirt. Real dirt. She pulled herself up over the edge. She rolled onto the grass and gasped. Fresh air filled her lungs. It smelled of pine needles and damp earth. It smelled like freedom. She lay there for a moment, staring at the sky. The moon was gone. The sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon in pale pink. She had survived the night. Arielle sat up and looked

The insanely gorgeous being before more laughed, her perfect dentition glinting under the dim lighting and making her appear more ethereal. “Boys, do you wanna introduce me to this gremlin?” she flipped her hair over her shoulder as she asked. That’s when I noticed that we weren’t alone. There were five heavily built men dressed in black standing behind her and they’d blended so well with the shadows that I didn’t notice them. “She’s Arielle, a powerful sorceress and prophetess from the lineage of Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel,” one of the men introduced her, stepping forward and making me catch sight of the crest on his breast pocket.

"Be careful with Lena, yesterday in the morning somebody saw her coming from Ivy's car and Ivy screams evil and wickedness," "Thank you for letting me know, I will be careful," "Go and have a shower, I will make the bed," "No, I told you I do my things alone. My breakfast, I'm so hungry," Ariel pointed at her and rushed to the bathroom. The whole time they were doing her makeup, her mind was elsewhere. First there is Jayden the man she loved with every fibre of her being and he cheated on her with her friend in a world with millions of women. Second she stays with a psychopath husband who ran away from a psychiatric hospital.

Her wolf, Ariel, came forward to complete the mating bond with Vine. As they circled each other, Vine could scent her passion increasing with each touch, the bond sending the sweetest of tingles through their touch. He grabbed her, enveloping her mouth in his, kissing her deeply. Ariel wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss and parting her lips, allowing their tongues to face off in a glorious dance for control. She submitted to him and they continued to seal the bond throughout the rest of the night. The next morning, she awoke alone.

This man was probably some kind of ghost! "Do you know who I am? I'll skin you alive if you dare anger me!" Violet said haughtily. Violet was the infamous Nightshade. Nightshade was famous among the underground forces, the top assassin at the Novya Assassin Agency. She would kill anyone, no matter the risk, as long as the client had enough money. No one knew who Nightshade actually was apart from the head of the Novya Guild. Even her gender was no more than a guess to the public. She was the guild's greatest and best-kept secret.

Cassandra hissed, mortified, helping her son drag the dazed Vellora away before anyone could question further. Ariella watched them leave, confusion flickering across her face, but Aveline only touched her hand lightly and whispered, “Don’t worry about it, cousin. Some poison always tastes sweetest to the one who brews it.” Ariella blinked, uncertain what she meant, but before she could ask, Zach’s arm slipped around her waist. “Ignore them,” he said softly, kissing her temple. “Tonight belongs to you. Enjoy it. Don't let others ruin it.”

Aria clocked out at 2:17 AM, the smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume clinging to her skin. Working nights at Velvet Hour, a busy cocktail bar in West Hollywood, paid the bills between big OnlyFans months. The tips were decent, the hours flexible, and it kept her grounded in the real world, the one where she was just Aria Vale, a 24-year-old girl pouring drinks and smiling at strangers who would never know what she did behind closed doors.