Arielle Myers Novels & Stories

" They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party. Chantelle is filled with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and despair. She feels like the world is against her, and she's not sure what to do. She falls asleep, exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. But when she wakes up, she feels a little bit different. She's still angry and hurt, but she's also determined to move forward and make something of herself. She has a new resolve and a new sense of purpose. She went outside and sat singing and feeling lonely but was called out by Someone.

Guess you've earned to enjoy being treated like trash. Zara’s eyes widen in shock. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. — You’re crossing the line, Lenart — Draven growls, his tone sharp enough to make the boy flinch. That’s when Arielle appears, wrapped in something that looks more like black tape than a dress. It barely reaches below her thigh, the neckline plunging down to her sternum. There’s not much left to the imagination. — You smell way too good for a priest — she teases, smiling at Lenart, and I see the muscles in his jaw lock tight.

As Leona pulls and untangles my bird's nest, a thought crosses my mind. This is exactly how Arienne acted after Layla died. All cooped up in his office, completely closed off to everyone he cares about. Oh Arienne, what are you doing to yourself? Amikat isn't dead yet, and you're the only one who can help her!

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

The moment Delilah walked in her eyes casted on the owner of the private number, Arielle. Noemi noticed Delilah's tense stare, she had never seen Delilah look at someone with that much hatred. She thought Delilah hated her the most. Whatever she had for Arielle was nothing close to the stares she got. she often scoffed at Noemi. "Who is that ? She looks like trouble." Noemi spat. "Because she is. That's Arielle Myers. The gambling princess of Detroit. She looks beautiful doesn't she ?" Delilah half-assed complimented while clicking her tongue. "More like unbearable to look at." Noemi hissed getting pissed for just looking at Arielle's face.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Sera forced a smile. Arielle grinned triumphantly and squealed in delight then turned and walked to the small window and looked out as she imagined herself as Andrei's wife; Arielle Sebastiani, Queen of Mercia!. She was going to take care of those his bastards immediately she was crowned Queen because the only children Andrei would call his were going to come from her and not the tramp unconscious in the corner.

That voice, I’d heard it before. From someone I would rather burn everything for than bend. *** Back to the office and I pulled up the file I had asked my assistant to complete yesterday, everything they could find about her and Monochrome Arielle Montreaux, a graduate of Parson college of design. Founder of Monochrome two years ago. No social media presence. No interview without the veil and photographs without it either. No history before two years ago, the year Avery had vanished. My assistant knocked on my door once and entered.

A renewed spirit overpowered me when Ethan said I could talk to Elliot. A lot of words that I wanted to say to him just started clouding my thoughts. I don't even need to practice what I'm going to say to him because I know exactly what I want to say to him to end this impasse. And that is why I was so confident in walking right through the room where Elliot was. I am Ariella Gregory, and I am a tough woman. I have to end this show once and for all.

Ariella was staring at the wall in front of her with an unseeing gaze. She’s been like that since forever. After overhearing Mariam and Kelvin’s argument and also discovering that her mother was dead and gone from this work, Ariana collapsed and when she woke up a day later, she woke up with her memory completely. Arielle did not know if she should be grateful that she got her memory back as she wished or if she should have remained the way she was.