Arielle Myers Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 95 Ariella's Day on the Halo Deck I went to talk with David, bringing Ariella along, while the twins were away at school. We decided to spend the day with her on the Halo deck, and as we entered, Apollo's voice announced, "Apollo load, Ariella's magical world." The scene that unfolded before us made her squeal with unbridled delight! We stepped into a whimsical fairyland, where Ariella was transformed into a fairy princess, complete with delicate, sparkling wings and a shimmering tiara. David and I were crowned king and queen, and we made our way to a picturesque picnic blanket laid out on the lush grass. As we sat together, we watched Ariella flutter about, exploring every nook and

"But shhh, don't say it mom!" Aurelia couldn't believe her ears. The greenhorn just turned out to be a cold-blooded spy. And what a man, not even she had suspected anything! He had played the role of the inexperienced youngster all too convincingly, had gone through the whole theater with his mother, oh man, they could learn a slice of that! "Do you work alone?" Asked Pareios, now also completely captivated and flattened by the words of her driver. "No. I've found a few people who have interests similar to mine. A few are elevenders, a few are people. "

Even the Hollowed chained outside the gates stilled, heads turning toward the wind. The earth quieted. And the doors opened. Not with sound. Not with violence. They simply… moved. And Arielle walked in. Alive. Unbroken. Unstoppable. She wore black, trimmed in the language of gods—old sigils that shimmered and writhed like breath. Her hair flowed like midnight silk, half-braided, half wild. No mark glowed on her chest. But something brighter lived behind her eyes. The room fell silent. One heartbeat.

Like I didn’t know exactly how she sounded when she came. “Mr. Hale.” Her voice was steady. Professional. Cold. “I’m Arielle Moore from Luxe Interiors. Thank you for the opportunity to present today.” Mr. Hale. Not Dominic. Not baby. Not the way she used to say my name when I made her forget everything but the feeling of me. I forced myself to stand. To reach for her hand. Her skin was still soft. Still warm. The touch lasted three seconds. A professional handshake. It took everything in me not to pull her against me. Not to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. Not to beg her to forget the last three years and just let me hold her.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

"I'm Aria, a first-rank senior staff member of Perficient Investment, and the lady who has never and can never get into trouble because of you. I'm also the person who the CEO ordered not to allow Miss Theodre Layla in again." Aria stretched out her hand in a questioning manner. "So, what's your position here, and why should I allow you to go inside with her?" Avery embarked on a minute of silence. She raised her eyebrows elegantly. "I'm Mason Avery, the American fairy, the national goddess, and the fiance of the boss that ordered you not to allow Layla into this company." Aria chuckled slightly. She opened her mouth to talk, but she ceased and changed the topic. "You can go in, ma."

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.