Arielle Myers Novels & Stories

It exploded into sparks. "That looked like overkill." I turned sharply. Arielle stood at the edge of the dueling pit in jeans and a cropped tank, her hair pulled into a high ponytail, her aura glowing with that same confident dominance she always sported. She walked closer, casually stepping over a shattered ward stone I'd broken. "You shouldn’t sneak up on me," I muttered. "You shouldn’t be sulking like a rejected teenager," she replied, folding her arms. "Why aren’t you curled up with Renee right now?"

“And where is Joel going?” “Mr. White has been assigned elsewhere, but he’ll join us soon,” she replied smoothly. Then she looked at me again. “And as for the others…the investors are very eager to meet you.” My brows furrowed. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Miss Arielle.” “How do you know my name?” I asked. She smiled wider this time. “I’m Mr. Darius’s Secretary,” she said warmly. “He told me about you.” What? Same Darius?

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Her first identity reveal as Damian Moore's wife also made things more chaotic. But today, she was more than willing to come clean about her identity. Even if it would stir a lot of things around her. As she gently loosened the mask, people's intense gazes filled with curiosity fell on her. Eventually, she pulled it off, taking the mic back in the next second. As she expected, literally every mouth dropped in awe, except for a few who managed their composure. "Hello everyone, I'm Ariella Moore, the CEO of AURA Beauty House and also the wife of Damian Moore."

Damon was here too. The mark on my thigh started burning very hot. Nyx was howling inside my head, confused and furious. Damon turned to me, his dark eyes full of jealousy. His hand found mine and squeezed me tight. “Tell him,” he growled under his breath. “Tell him who you really belong to.” Alpha Kael took one step closer to me, his voice loud and clear. “Choose between us, Annie. Or I will fight your Alpha for what is mine. “Fight who?” Damon retorted, his chest literally pulsing very hard. “Fight me?”

A woman—probably in her mid-thirties—hurried over, relief evident on her face. “Sweetheart, you can’t just run off like that.” “Sorry, Mommy,” Arielle said, standing up and dusting the sand off her dress. She turned to Hezekiah. “This is my mommy.” The woman looked at Hezekiah with a warm yet apologetic smile. “I hope she wasn’t bothering you.” “Not at all,” Hezekiah assured her. “She’s very sweet.”

she reiterated, falling to her knees this time, her hands clasped in front of her. "Don't hurt it. I beg you." "Shut the fuck up, tiny slut," Arielle yelled. "Look at you, on your knees, crying and pleading like you're the victim, when I'm the one who has been victimized. You sneak out everyday to meet your psycho of a friend who calls herself a witch, I say nothing. And then you attend the Founder's Day Ball and rain on my parade? Who do you think you are? Just who do you think you are?"

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

She'd looked so good from the back, but why was her face so normal? Her body was really nice. Though she was tall and slender, her bone structure was small, and she had curves in all the right places. Her legs were really beautiful as well. Ariel adjusted her spectacles and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm new here. My name is Ariel Randell." "Hello!" Rachel nodded excitedly and did not mention that she already knew that she was Cyrus' younger sister. She just answered, "You're having your freshmen training tomorrow, right? Did you bring any sunscreen? If not, you're welcome to use mine."