Jodi Arias Pictures Novels & Stories

“Mr Howard, is that your wife in the video?” The question cut through the air. “Mr Howard, the world knows you as an honest man, one whose good reputation precedes him. Why would you do such a thing?” The cameras were on me now. Fully. Hungry. I said nothing. I opened the link. There she was. Aria. Perfectly dressed. Poised. Sitting in what looked like a tasteful living room. Soft lighting. No restraints. No visible fear. No coercion. It was beautifully staged.

Whatever it was must have been bad, for Ben to be so hesitant to report it. “Was there something else?” I prompted. I hated wasting time. “Yes, Sir. Though…” “Report, Beta,” I said, taking a more authoritative tone. Ben straightened slightly. “One of our contacts sent this over.” Ben held out a photo from an instant camera. The photo was slightly blurry and the flash made much of it too light in some spots and too dark in others. Yet the central two figures were clear. Aria, in a very short, sexy skirt, was standing next to Jasper at a bar. They were leaning toward each other. Jasper was giving the flirtatious smile he was well-known for.

Love, Ariana I quickly d******d the attached photos are look carefully at each one of them, making sure to take my time. The first one is the one with her three friends. They look happy,the huge smiles on their faces tell all. Aria is in the middle, wearing a yellow sundress and sunglasses ontop of her head. Her grin, I miss seeing it in person. The next one, she is alone. In a pink bikini. Whoa! The bikini top is small, revealing a great deal of her breasts. Shit! My body stirs at the sight. I scroll to the next one. In the same bikini, she is laying on a sunlounge chair with the sunglasses on. I scroll through all the eight photos the second time, and all I want now is to listen to her voi

Sorry, I couldn't help it; she's too beautiful in my eyes," I whispered embarrassedly due to the pulsating sensation in my chest. Ari asked Orson what was going on, and when she asked why he was reprimanding us, he snapped out. I felt a fluctuation in Ari's emotions, so I wanted to punch him once. However, he suddenly looked mortified while looking at his sister. I was so shocked when my gaze landed on Ari's crying face. She was begging Orson to spare us and telling him that it was her fault. My chest started to clench because of the intense longing that she is feeling right now. Who was it that she longs for in the first place? Was it another male from her previous life? No. Ari is not like

she said before she passed her phone to Miles and told him to take some pictures of them both as it wasn’t often, they both dressed up together. It was a good ten minutes later when Miles finally handed his phone back to Jenna, after taking about hundred pictures of both her and Aria. “Thank you so much” Aria said to him with a small smile, before she asked Jenna to show her a few of the pictures as she wanted to see how they turned out. Jenna showed her and smiled, “Have you gained a little bit of weight?” she asked after her eyes fell on her nicely rounded stomach. Aria felt her heart skip a beat as she followed her eyes,

"Sorry, but I can't help it—who is this breathtakingly beautiful lady? Is she just a regular person?" "Oh my god, who is this goddess Julian invited? She's sooooo beautiful! Please tell me her social media handle!" "I apologize, I'm truly Julian's fan, but Miss Aria is just too gorgeous! Is no one recruiting her to be a celebrity? With those looks, I'd pay just to watch her sit there!" ... Then in the early morning, because of photos showing Aiden dropping Diana off at a hotel, my name "Aria Jones" started trending again. As the person at the center of it all, I found the whole thing absurd. I'd slept one night and suddenly I was "being cheated on."

Look at this. She opened her gallery. She scrolled past her own selfies until she found it. A photo taken three months ago at a private bridal fitting. Aria was standing in front of a mirror in a reception dress, smiling actually laughing at something the designer had said. It proved Aria wasn’t miserable. It proved she was a willing participant. Sophia hit SEND. “Try spinning that, Damian,” she smirked. She watched the status change. Sent. Then, almost immediately: Seen. The blogger replied instantly: “Who is this? This looks like a private photo. Were you there?”

Massive claw marks ripped through entire sections of the wall, as if someone had tried to erase whatever story had once existed there. Caleb noticed too. “That does not look encouraging.” Aria slowed beside one shattered carving. Her fingers brushed lightly against the damaged stone. The moment she touched it, the wall lit up. Ryan grabbed her arm instantly, but it was too late. Silver light spread violently through the carving, flooding the staircase in flashes of memory. A woman appeared. Not physically, but as a projection. She was tall, dark-haired, and wrapped in silver robes. Aria stopped breathing. Ryan felt the recognition through the bond immediately. It was instinctive, not learned

A closer look and she saw Jordan Sparks, with Austin Quavo among the girls she had thought to be prostitutes. All of them were naked, drunk and asleep. Hot tears rolled down Aria's face. She stood there crying profusely. "This is the reason he dumped me?" She scoffed. "I'll teach them a lesson." She opens her phone, recording all of them on video, with their faces showing fully. "Done!" She ends the video, turning to leave but a thought creeped into her mind. If she uploaded the video they could deny, they could easily say it was manipulated. She searched the entire living room, looking under the table she saw what she was looking for, Jasper's cell phone.

His profile picture was a goofy family shot: Meet the Whitlows, him with Nia and two kids. Bingo. I clicked into his gallery and started scrolling. There, Aria, holding a baby girl. Another, Aria piggybacked on Nia, the caption reading: Look at this skinny bitch. She’d been slimmer then, but still stunning. I kept going. Rome. Egypt. Paris. South Africa. New Guinea. The Caribbean. And then...Aria in a bikini. My heart didn’t just skip it dropped into my stomach. I took a screenshot without thinking, saving it instantly.