Osora Arias Novels & Stories

Orianne just chuckled before going near them. “Madam.” “Andros, this is Hiraya, a Filipina cousin of mine. She happens to be here in Russia and specializes in flower arrangements so I just took the opportunity to hire her”, Orianne said as she nudged Hiraya to hand out her hand for a handshake but she just widened her eyes at her, meaning “no”. “And this is Andros, one of my husband’s friends. They are also in a vacation at the time”, she once again stated and nudged Hiraya for another time to hand out her hand.

"I'm going." "Odessa, this is not the time to be stubborn," I say, thinking about what Garrett said about Reagan's plans to kill her. "We need you to stay where it's safe." "Aria is nineteen years old and traumatized and about to see her father for the first time in months. She needs me there." "The Luna makes a good point," one of our betas speaks up. Damon glares at the beta but doesn't contradict him. We exchange a look and I can see he's thinking the same thing I am, that letting Odessa out of our sight right now is a terrible idea. But she's already walking toward the healer's building with two betas following behind her and we don't have time to argue.

Like he was my friend but he was not and he wanted me to know that. “I am Avara Dimitri, and I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was just a child. So no, I do not who my parents are.” I answered already feeling hurt but angry. “Risorto,” He said and the air around me became tense and wild and soon I flew towards him. “Fergil!” André shouted and I closed my eyes when I could hear his voice. If this ma wanted to kill me, could they stop? “Calm down, I can’t hurt her, I’ve told you.” He answered with an eye roll, holding my jaw and dragging me closer. His eyes looked deeply into mine and swallowed when he smiled.

Ara spilled out his heart while prostrating before the Emperor. "Aranjo has agreed to accept the punishment! So, nothing else can be done!" the Emperor said coldly, then walked out of the hall. Ara felt tears running down her face, she was very sad. Ara believes that all this is a trap for her sister or the Goddess of the Wind. Ara ran and climbed so many stairs, to reach the portal hole. Upon arrival, Ara no longer finds Aranjo. Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

I hand the phone over to Jory so he can show our girl while I rub the cream on her paddled ass. Jory already has her wrists uncuffed when I move to release her ankles and pick her up to take her to the bed. I lay her down on her front because I know it will be too much on her back at the moment, “Jory, I want you to massage up and down that leg,” I point to the one opposite me, “while I do this one. We need to make sure her circulation is good after having them restrained.” “So, I did good for both of you...I pleased you both, Sir, Master Jory?” Aria’s voice is soft and laced with concern.

If nothing else, he could get through dinner with his mother without falling apart. He hoped. — Mason – The office lights were dim, the blinds drawn, the low hum of his assistant’s heels fading behind the closed door. Mason Dorsey leaned back in his leather chair, swirling his glass of bourbon with slow, thoughtful turns. His gaze lingered on the photo of Aria on his desk—a candid snap he’d taken of her last year at the community fundraiser, laughing, her face lit by fairy lights. She was a fucking prize. And lately, she’d been slipping.

Aria muttered, turning in her chair so she faced him and caught his eyes, hers creasing into green triangles of catlike amusement. He thought he’d misheard, said so, and she repeated herself. “Why the hell would I do that?” he asked, unable to stop the disbelieving scoff which bubbled out of him. “To go and see how things are over there?” Aria supplied simply, as if that was justification enough. Seconds ticked by in which he said nothing, and after a little while had passed she cleared her throat. “So, tell me what you think about Orsina.” Nico could pretend he did not know who she was, but the memory of his surprise at seeing the woman from Il Refeterio walk into the villa was still fresh

"And the answer is still NO! I have let you on your own for years already, now that I am back, I will never let you out of my sight! Especially that a threat is attached to you!" I almost wanted to slap her but I restrained myself from doing so. I am so sick of people calling me a "human" as if they aren't and looking down on me. First, Alicia, and now, his mother? Honestly? How many women do I have to fight off just to be with Cyrus Steele? "Celene, watch your words! Carmela is not a threat to me or to anyone, she is my woman!" I looked up at Cyrus who is now standing next to me as his arm snaked around my waist.

she replied. “You aren’t worried one bit?” I wondered. “No honey, that’s your job. I am here to play with my mate while you worry too much about things. Trust the Goddess. Trust Osiris. You will be fine.” I pushed my worries to the back of my mind and let Arya and Santos play. It was getting late and we walked back to where we undressed. I quickly shifted back and grabbed my clothes, while Osiris dressed himself slowly. I wouldn’t mind showing my skin if I looked like him either. Even though I started to like myself, I still wasn’t as confident as him.