Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

She seemed to be the quiet one in the group and the least rebellious. Irene groaned loudly and took a glance at me. She suddenly was embarrassed and shy. I could laugh out loud at the moment. She had crazy friends. They jumped to conclusions right away, coming up with crazy ideas. I would have rescued her but I too was shocked by how crazy they were. I was about to say something when Irene beat me to it. "This is Eugene, he owns one of the artworks on exhibit and we just met a couple of minutes backs. He was explaining to me the concept of his work and the true meaning of art."

The person said again, and Arlene looked up to see a light skinned slender girl in a tight leather leopard skin skirt, mesh black top and gladiator sandals. Her face was familiar but Arlene couldn’t place it, “I’m Faith Tono,” she said extending a hand which Arlene accepted reluctantly. When they broke from the hand shake, Arlene reached for her tote bag and pulled out her history note. Faith thanked her for the book, and they exchanged contact incase something happened with the note. Once Faith left, Arlene took out her locket again and glanced at it for the last time before putting it in her bag.

She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by. Alec starts by showing us few advanced fighting and deflecting techniques with the sword and asks us to partner up and practice. 25 being an odd number, i was left alone with out a partner. Li offered me to switch with her partner. But i declined, its not fair for her. I ended up pairing with Alec. Alec is a good and patient teacher. Despite my many mistakes he laugh along with me and shows me the right way of doing it.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

She blurts. "Excuse me?" "If she is bothering you, Arthur, I won't hesitate to kill her," her feminine hands molds into fists on the table. "I can do it with just a knife, and I will bury her in the back of school. No one will find her. Ainsley makes the most horrific threats, that’s why most of the girls in school don’t dare cross her part. It's so ridiculous that I burst into laughter so loud that people turn to look at us.

Limang Taon ang Nakalipas... ​Ang International Airport ng bansa ay tila naging isang fashion runway nang lumabas mula sa VIP gate ang isang babaeng nakasuot ng tila kulay-gatas na trench coat, malaking sunglasses, at matingkad na pulang lipstick. Bawat hakbang ng kanyang stilettos sa sahig ay may dalang awtoridad at kumpiyansa. ​Siya si Aria Mercedes, o mas kilala na ngayon sa buong mundo bilang "A," ang creative director ng Maison de Luxe sa Paris.

Hobbies: watching movies, make-overs Music: Bury A Friend, When The Party's Over Singers: Billie Eilish Book: Shakespeare Books Sports: volleyball Bestfriends: Arriane, Deity, and Xyna Yes, she loves Billie Eilish and she's very good at playing volleyball. The next thing I read was Arriane's. ... ICE COLD FACTS 'BOUT U! Name: Arriane Lock Villaser Nickname: Anne, Arriane, Arry, Lock, AL Address: Automotoville Subdivision Cellphone no: +639684632190 Birthday: June 07, ****

"I'm not a fan—well, I mean, I appreciate his music, but I'm the pianist he hired for his new album." "Right," he scoffed, pulling out his phone. "I'm calling security." "That won't be necessary, Mark," a familiar voice called from down the hall. Julian Hayes walked toward us, coffee in hand, his signature charismatic smile in place. "Aria's exactly who she says she is." He turned to me, eyes warm with recognition. "You look amazing. It's been too long." "Mark,this is Aria Jones, last year's International Leilerna Award winner and the special guest pianist for my new album!"