Hybrid Aria By Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

They are not! Jacob finally turned to Aria. He extended his hand, eyes narrowing as his gaze settled on her face. But just before their hands touched, he froze. “Have we met before?” His voice was low—gravelly, touched with something more than mere curiosity. It was instinct. Recognition. Aria blinked, surprised. She accepted the handshake, firm and steady. “I don’t think so. I’m Aria Harper from the Ironhide Pack. We’ve never crossed paths.”

"Oh, honey, you're just too young. If he does leave you, come find me. I'll introduce you to some wealthy young men who are ten times better than him!" "I appreciate that." Aria sighed. "But I can't help loving him." Seeing this, Jillian didn't push further. "Let me go ask at the salon. Hopefully I can help you, you poor thing." Aria nodded. "Thank you so much." "You're such a sweet young lady." Jillian turned. "By the way, I'm Jillian Cragmire. You can just call me Jillian." She smiled in response. "My name is Aria Carver, and you can call me Aria."

“But don’t you worry about me, Mr. CEO. Aria’s like a sister to me, the type who used to push me down the stairs as a prank. If you want her, she’s all yours. “Though I don’t know why anyone would ever want her…” “Jason!” Aria protested, accepting a tall glass full of her usual drink. It was spiked with a little something to keep her alert and awake, plus she liked the way it tingled on her tongue. “Is this where I ask for her embarrassing childhood stories?” Cyrrus leaned in. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself despite the ruckus in the background, and he had even downed more than half of his mug already.

"Even if you look for her now, you'll never find her again, Aria." That's all it takes for her to stop struggling, and try to reason rationally. She looks around to see if the woman was truly gone, and as expected, she was nowhere to be found, nearly as if she had flown away together with the dandelion pollens in the wind, or she never existed at all. Aria's mouth fell open in shock; it was the same for anyone who saw a spirit in human form for the first time. She turned to me, directing her questioning gaze at me, perhaps thinking that I could explain what the old lady had meant. But unfortunately, I too was beyond confused. It hadn't made any sense to me, what the lady had said; how would

I point to the screen. Aria takes the laptop and puts it back on the table before turning back to me, “Well, I, for one, love who you are, Jory Payne.” She positions herself over my lap, straddling me and hovering just over my hardening cock, “Let me show you just how much...” Her voice is seductive as she grabs my cock and points it at her entrance just before sliding all the way down. I bite my bottom lip and grab hold of her hips, “Mm, I would love nothing more than for you to do just that!”

Kitchen light spilled softly out into the hallway as I approached, but I stopped short when I heard muffled sobs quiet yet unmistakably broken, coming from somewhere low near the counter area. Pushed the kitchen door open carefully. Aria sat huddled down on her knees right there by the cabinets, her head bowed low with shoulders shaking gently as she tore off small pieces from a slice of stale bread, chewing them slowly like each bite physically hurt to get down. Her face glistened wet with tears under the harsh overhead light, hair hanging messy and tangled around it all.

What a joke. “Eww, sis, you’re gross! You stink!” Aria chirped, clapping like she was celebrating. The words hit Liana like a slap. Her entire identity was built on beauty and admiration, and now she was drowning in humiliation and bile. “You little idiot—I’ll kill you!” she shrieked, lunging at Aria as phones instantly lifted to record the chaos. Aria smirked—perfect. With a flick of her wrist, a silver needle flew. Liana’s legs buckled and she collapsed face-first into her own vomit. Gasps erupted as guests covered their noses, disgust twisting their expressions.

"I have an announcement to make. Many of you know Aria. Some of you have welcomed her. Others have not." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The Torvin wolves looked smug like they expected me to end the relationship. To bend to their pressure. They were about to be disappointed. "Aria is a hybrid. Her mother was a werewolf. Her father was a lycan. She has lived her entire life hiding this truth because she was afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of violence. Afraid of people like some of you who think bloodlines matter more than character."

Selene shouted, magic flaring in a desperate burst of blue. But Aria couldn’t let go. Jessica’s grip felt fused to her skin, ice-cold but burning deep under the surface like poison. The world behind her dimmed, swallowed into a thick, black haze. For a terrifying moment, half her body crossed the threshold between the palace chamber and the darkness beyond the door. Aria gasped as the shadows tightened around her waist, trying to pull her deeper. “Jessica stop!” Aria shouted, choking on the fear clawing up her throat.

Aria knocked softly on the door of Liviana’s new private suite with two steaming mugs of herbal tea and a mischievous smile that said she wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Big brother is buried in meetings for the next couple of hours,” Aria announced, handing over one of the mugs. The scent of chamomile and honey wafted up, comforting and warm. “Want to escape the testosterone for a bit? Just us girls. No big protective speeches, no hovering. Just... us.”