Malcolm Ariana Novels & Stories

ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went.

“Of course she did. She knows that Aria doubting her is not going to be in her favor.” When I stepped outside, she was waiting by the garden terrace, the same place she’d cornered me before. Only this time, her expression wasn’t desperate. It was sharp. Calculated. “Mira,” I greeted coolly. “You have some nerve coming here lately. And it seems that now, more than ever, is a calculated moment.” “I am simply reminding you of your promise, one that you seemed to forget. And the issue about you forgetting is the fact that you are refusing to actually acknowledge…”

She felt her face heat up from his sudden face of voice before sitting straight. "This is going to be a long night." He mumbled to himself. Making Aria confused but said nothing to him. "We are here boss." His driver announced. "Alright, now just like we talked about." Levi said giving Aria a look. "Your name is Tiana Zhdan, My assistant from the UK, don't talk to anyone Tiana, only me, look at everyone that looks at you, don't show fear because my people can read fear." Levi ordered.

'How could her life be so sad? Ariana, who was shuffling between the intensive care home where her sister was recovering and the foreign investigators while trying not to get caught by anyone, had compiled a list of media companies that she was willing to air the exclusive news about Eva too. And she planned it for the big 60th event that was about celebrating Miller's corporation. She was sorry that she planned something like that against their family to bring them down, because of the only person that had worked so hard to build their empire to what it was.

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

I tell him my deepest, darkest secret. "I am-" He speaks but I cut him off, my voice weary I say, "You are amazing, Ethan. If you were a girl, I would go crazy for you. Hell, I am crazy for you right now. I FUCKING HATE RITA. Sh-she is trying to steal you from me. I can't see this. I can't. Ethan, listen. I am a mess. Only you can save me, baby." My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey.

She shook her head, trying to make sense of the new information. Aria, one of her waitress, was now involved with a Malcovich? A man who was supposedly engaged to a woman named Norah? Something was wrong here. Something was terribly wrong. She knew Aria. She knew that Aria was not a woman to be trifled with. She knew that Aria had a plan. And she knew that whatever that plan was, it was not good.

Only for a moment but Ariana saw it. And she realized something that chilled her to the bone. Malrik hadn't come to the kingdom looking for power. He had come back to erase the last witness to a crime committed twenty years .

Ariana chuckled at her words “What’s wrong?” “Do you know Jessica?” Ariana shook her head as no. “She is the assistant of Chief technology officer, she is a bitch”

“Fine, fine. But if you want answers, you’ll need to be a bit more specific.” Asher, leaning against the desk, rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling. You looked at Liana like you’d seen a ghost. Start talking, old man.” For a moment, Malcolm said nothing, his gaze flickering to the fire as if searching for answers in the dancing flames. Then, with a sigh, he began. “When I saw her—Liana—I wasn’t seeing her. I was seeing someone else. Aurora Blackwood,” Malcolm said, his voice heavy with a mix of reverence and sorrow. “The resemblance is… uncanny.”