Arya Stark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV My lips twitched. That reckless decision of mine would probably stay a one-time mistake. I only wanted to leave Lunaris and live in peace. Astra didn’t need to know that. “Let’s eat.” I picked up my fork and began eating. Astra didn’t push the matter further. He ate with effortless, aristocratic precision. That alone told me enough about his background. And I had vowed never to entangle myself with wolves like that again. The live stream was still running on the stone.

She had not expected to face the very people she was trying to manipulate. *** Luna Seraphine and Arya sat in the dimly lit room, the silence between them thick with emotion. Arya's eyes were heavy from crying, her mind reeling from the revelations about her birth and the mysterious circumstances surrounding it. Luna Seraphine's face was etched with guilt and pity, her own tears had dried, but her eyes were still red-rimmed.

hahaha. Me: you! (Fuming) 😠 that's why I don't like you. Armaan: sweetheart, the feeling is mutual. 😜 *Exchanging glares* 😡😡 Me: go to hell. No one's getting another chapter. (Huffs) I need to start working on my other story too for MY fans. 😑 Armaan: such a selfish girl. Tsk tsk. My poor Ayesha. She had to stick with someone soo selfish. 😒

His strength to control his wolf's emotions is actually impressing me a lot more than I would ever want. “So, you are the hidden alpha of the Blue Moon pack,” he said, and I didn't say anything to decline his statement. We were not done when everyone's focus shifted towards the stairs. Arya came downstairs with her suitcase and looked at me directly. “Warriors will not stop me at the borders, will they?” she asked me, and I stood up from the rocking chair. “Let me drop you at the borders,” I told her and grabbed her suitcase with me.

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

I want to hear some answers. Devin looks at her. 10 minutes. Then I’m kicking them out and you’re going to bed. Only if you two come with me. Arya says, ducking her head so that we can’t see her face. Angel, I know that you are asking for comfort, but that was sexy as fuck. Arya lifts her head to look at us and we see that her pupils are starting to bleed. Comfort, huh? One way to put it.

“Don’t be so hard on Alpha Ryker, he is only trying to do what he thinks is best. I wish there was something I could do for you, but I want you to know that everyone here cares about you. We are trying to find a way to make things right, but the Alpha is pissed right now. I think he cares more about you than what he lets on. Don’t give up and I am proud of you. It is great seeing that a she-wolf is capable of standing up to someone like Ryker and willing to fight for what is right. You are a true inspiration. Hang in there and be safe, Love Sara.” I smiled at the note, glad to know that I was at least giving her something to look up to. It had never been my intention to be any kind of inspir

"Let me make one thing clear to you, Ayden, I can have any friends or girlfriends I want! You don't fucking own me!" Ayden looks at her as if on a dare. As soon as they reach the parking lot of the building, Arya gets off, trying to flee from his presence. "Stop, Arya Harley," he yells, but she ignores him. "Why the fuck don't you ever listen, God, I'm so sick of it!" Hearing that, she turns to fight him. "If you're so fed up, then why don't you send me back to Boston? If you hate me so much, why did you want to go through with this damn game?" she expresses angrily, the veins in her temples throbbing.

Inside was Aaryan. The room was hauntingly beautiful—deep sapphire walls, polished Italian marble floors, and massive mahogany bookshelves that reached the ceiling like a museum. In the center of this elegance sat Aaryan. At nineteen, his eyes held a cruelty older than life itself. A luxury Rolex Submariner glinted on his wrist—not that time moved by its hands, but rather, his touch seemed to make time freeze. And across from him sat Safa. Eighteen years old. Her eyes were swollen, red—like two memories drenched in blood. She was trembling. The entire table trembled with her. Her gaze was locked on the laptop screen, where a film of her own humiliation was playing.

I couldn't help but smirk, "And do you know what I like?" The sarcastic smile that she was wearing on her face immediately disappeared. "Good girls like you, I know them really well. That's why I am telling you Rhys Larsen does not make love, he f**ks." I scoffed before folding my arms across my chest, "Do not judge a book by its cover. You do not have a slightest idea about what I like." I took a step closer to her and whispered in her ear, "I like to be f***** as well, so you don't have to worry about us. We are perfect together."