Novel & Cerita Broken Souls Ariana Cane

I frowned at my thoughts as I gave her chest three hard press and out my lips on her, damn, her lips were so soft and I fought the urge to insert my tongue into her mouth to taste it, I blew sir into her lungs and on the fourth try, she jerked, spurting out water before slowly opening her eyes. Ariana's POV I was drowning, I felt myself slipping as I fought the darkness that was trying to overwhelm me but was no match for the exhaustion that kicked in, so this was how I was going to die, I would die here and no one would miss me, everyone would be happy that the thorn in their flesh has been removed, I wondered if Dylan would miss his slave, he had only just saved me earlier today, I let mys

Emily quickly led a team upstairs, while Brian rubbed his temples, fatigue setting in. Meanwhile, Selena, still reeling from Ariana's confrontation with Brian, exclaimed, "Ari, I've known you for many years, and I have to say, that was the coolest thing you've ever done! Brian treating you like a pawn all this time made my blood boil! But you've finally come to your senses!" "Yeah, I've finally come around." After all, having survived death once, how could she not? At that moment, Ariana's phone rang.

she whispered, voice trembling. “Because you survived what my mate could not,” Damon said, his tone both tender and painful. “Because the moon saw your strength. And because only you can carry the burden ahead.” Ariana stepped into the circle. The moment her foot touched the forest floor, energy surged through her like wildfire. Her vision blurred, the ground vanished, and she was no longer in the clearing. She stood in a vast hall bathed in red and silver light. Shadows flickered along the walls, twisting into shapes that whispered her name. At the far end of the hall knelt a figure—Damon’s mate—her eyes haunted, full of sorrow and warning.

“ what day is today? I think I lost consciousness in the evening hours but now it seems to be at noon. Does the world on this land have a reversal time? If yes then, where could be Ariana who could be of much help to me? Is she a deserter or a woman’s sweet poison lips? Who did this to me? And why even spare my life? How will I explain this to Adrian? what wrong did I do to the world to deserve this cruel treatment? Christine muttered to herself though in a struggling low tone. She blubbed bitterly. Christine slides her legs slowly off the bed. Her body had regained back potential. Her feet get inclined with a soft curvy and spongy-like material. She rubs her feet. “A corpse!” she exclaims.

Ariana completely broke down. She ripped the cord from her hand and glared at Rue, her eyes filled with despair and hatred. “You're the ones who deserve to die! All of you should die!” “If it weren't for you, my life would have been completely different. My fate shouldn't have turned out this way. It's all because of you!” “Go to hell!” As she screamed, it was obvious that she was struggling to breathe. Her voice was weak, and she was clearly running out of strength. Rue could see that even walking had become difficult for her.

Ariana's POV; "Aleena Berkeley went on air to do what?" I said as Brianna broke some very disturbing news to me. "Careful there, Mico." I said as he bumped his head on the bedstead while following me out of the room. "Go on Brie." "It was crazy, I screamed!" She exclaimed with her usual melodramatic poses. Brianna truly was dubbed the queen of drama for a reason. She had FaceTimed me that morning as she usually did from time to time only for her to tell me that Aleena had a miscarriage and confessed to drugging Damien into sleeping with her.

Mia's eyes narrowed with clear distrust, her grip on Ariana's hand visibly tightening. Ariana looked up last. The raw exhaustion and defeat in those emerald eyes twisted something vicious in my chest. Something that felt uncomfortably like remorse. I'd done this to her. I'd orchestrated this moment, manufactured her desperation, and now I was here to collect on her brokenness like a debt. "You came yourself," she said hoarsely. Her voice was shredded, barely more than a rasp. She'd been crying for hours. Maybe days. "I did."

She was smiling at me. "Maren, honey, stand straight," the woman in my head said. "I am standing straight," I argued back. I was talking to a ghost. I leaned hard against the table because the floor felt like it was tilting. "Who is Maren? I'm Senna. I'm the healer." "You have my eyes," the woman said. She reached out and touched my cheek. I could almost feel it. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pictures didn't go away. They got louder. They got faster.

Before Ariana could react, Selene moved faster and grabbed her by her waist. Something sharp touched Ariana’s neck. Ariana gasped in pain. Her body became weak immediately. Instantly, her vision blurred. “No…” she tried to speak. But her voice faded. Selene held her tightly. “You should have died earlier,” she whispered. “This will be a lesson for anyone who tries to take my place with Rowan.” Then everything went dark. ************************************************************** When Ariana opened her eyes again, the air she felt was different from Ironcrest Pack, and she could definitely sense she was in a strange atmosphere.

She always broke down when it came to her sister. "Your sister was just a whore who we drugged up and put in one of our brothels and when she couldn't be of any use because her cunt was to stretched out we killed her and threw her in a shallow grave with the others," Allesandro said but I didn't believe it for a second. I'm not saying that those things didn’t happen, but her sister was beautiful and I know that she was sold. She would have brought a lot of money. Megan moved faster than I knew she could and apparently Asher as well because she had pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the penis and then slowly dragged her knife down, I'm sure splitting everything in half.