How Old Is Aria On Pretty Little Liars 소설 & 이야기

We walk out to the main living area. The noise hits us. Laughter. Shouting. The beep of toys. Aria is there, looking exhausted but happy. She’s thirty-six now, a senator for the Global Hybrid Coalition. Her eyes still glow violet when she’s stressed. Kai is showing his son how to disassemble a drone. Emma is reading a physical book to her daughter. It’s chaos. It’s family. I sit on the sofa. A teenage girl sits next to me. Maya. Aria’s oldest. Sixteen.

Tazaana was speechless after hearing Aria's age, and she asked. "How old are you now?" Aria said, "200 years old, I'm still young. Many more vampires are older than I." Hearing Aria's words, she could only smile and think about how old Everett was. "Let's go out," Aria said. But she still hesitated, "It's alright. I will protect you." Aria said. And they left the room. Aria showed one by one the places inside the castle and many eyes looked at them while whispering, but Aria told her to ignore them.

But if there was one thing the man had, it was creativity. Because of her father’s vengeance, Aria had lived in misery, hidden away from the world. Looking back, even though he hadn’t killed her, it was as if he had. By the time Leonardo saw her again, Aria was 54 years old—a weary, broken woman, nothing like the bright, cheerful girl he had once known.

The humongous woman left with a sarcastic laugh together with her men. Ara felt her life coming down. But she's not going to stay still. She approached the most calm of all girls with her. She saw a yawning girl who's casually going to go back to sleep in her bed as if she's done this before. "Hey, can I ask you?" "Argh, same old shit," the girl probably a few years younger than Ara mumbled. "What the hell do you need?" Ara knelt beside the girl's bed. "My name is Ara. Where are we?"

I was curious to meet that woman and see what she looked like. I never expected that Alpha Jackson had called for me because of that Omega. So when he informed me that Aria was a new female warrior and I would have to train her to fight like me, I turned to meet the person who had been the center of discussion for the past two days. She was a young woman in her twenties with long dark hair and beautiful dark blue eyes. Aria was taller than an average Omega female and it surprised me that her toned physique was that of a well-trained person. She was nothing like the Omegas I had known all my life.

"The flowers on the tables." "Oh‚ those lilies. I told the event coordinator they were too strong. Nobody listens to me." She pulled a compact from her clutch‚ dabbed powder along her cheekbone with practiced ease. "Anyway‚ I wanted to tell you that Jace is adorable. Like genuinely adorable. He's been asking everyone where you went‚ all concerned‚ very sweet. He's a really nice boy‚ Aria." "Yeah‚" I said. "He is."

Aria's POV Damian smirked, tilting his head just a little. That smirk wasn’t kind, it was wicked. "You look young. What’s your name?" "Aria." "And how old are you, Aria?" "Twenty-four." He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was low and laced with warning. "You’re drunk, Miss Aria. You don’t know what you’re doing. You should go home and sleep this off." He turned to leave.

“You have siblings?” His whole expression brightened, that rare unguarded happiness in his eyes. “One younger sister, Lyra. She’s twenty. Wild, stubborn, brilliant. Always getting into trouble, but somehow talks her way out of it. She’s been studying in Europe, but she’s supposed to be coming home soon.” There was something in the way he said it, a mix of pride and protective instinct, that made Aria want to meet her.

Aadhya’s POV - “Stop whining or I am not going to put bandages on your wound Aria”, I scolded Aria for again cutting herself after sneaking at the arsenal… {God knows how Ryan and Dee will react to the new injury now} ... Bria was silently watching both of us. Aria and Bria are now eight years old. With every year adding into their age, I always hope that this year they will mend their ways and stop troubling others or at least stop hurting themselves but every year they shatter my hopes as soon as I build them.

Aria Jacobs POV Hey, I'm Aria Jacobs daughter of Zelina and Niklaus Jacobs... I am eighteen years old... I have an older brother named Aaron Jacobs, my brother spoils me too death he took over dad’s business a few years ago and he always makes sure he has time for me... He is a year older than I am...