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Kayden hadn't expected Aria to pull away, so he was holding her gently. His eyes darkened when she began to walk away, creating a distance between them. “Ariana,” he called her. “I knew it; you're Mrs. Ariana Hunt, right? We just saw your interview.” “You look even more beautiful in real life than on screen.” Two girls about the age of seventeen gushed as they came to stand in front of Aria, acting like fans, their loud voices attracting the people in the surrounding area and causing them to look over. “Hello,” Aria said gently, trying to smile at the girls when she felt Kayden's presence as he came to stand behind her.

Two small frames on his side of the nightstand. One was of Ryan and Ariana, smiling, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her hand over his chest. It looked effortless, like they were caught mid-laugh. The second was… her and Rihanna. The little girl sat on her lap, hands full of glitter glue, while Ariana looked down at her, laughing. They looked like a family. The air caught in my throat. I hadn’t expected this. Not the depth. Not the intimacy. Not this. Maria stood quietly near the dresser, her eyes lowered. I knew what she was thinking. She must be thinking I’m so heartbroken right now. She must be thinking my heart... is... in pieces.

Ariana had an innate, innocent beauty that told you she'd love you and keep you safe forever. But she also had a body that would break your heart. Ariana was tall, nearly matching my own height of six feet. Yet her breasts still managed to look overlarge on her frame. She worked hard to stay in shape, too, with a flat stomach, long shapely legs, and a pert bubble butt. She kept her thick, brown hair long, letting it hang straight down to the middle of her back.

, you won't get away with humiliating me like this, you pay for this Dylan Sabastine, I promise" "Let me go, I can walk on my own" I heard her shout at the guards before I turned back to Ariana, "there, that settled it right?"I huffed, it so happened that I had to deal with Eric and Myla In one day, she was facing side, her head upturned and her lips slightly agape, the setting sun casted a shadow against her slender form, she looked enthralling in this posture, more like an enticing model on the day of her debut, and then it hit me, a model, why haven't I thought of that before, I would give her all the necessary training and she would be face of our next calender and she could also be on

It was always like that when you're famous, there was always this kind of unbalanced fan to ruin your days. -Who are you? I said, looking her up and down. -Your girlfriend...what a question! she chuckled while posing, while the journalists photographed us... Got it.... This girl who pretends to be my so-called girlfriend...is none other than a girl who makes films...And wants to be noticed and then all that...probably an escapee from a asylum. mad... Let's just say she's one of the totally CRAZY fans!! which adds a little to my celebrity life.

Arienne’s POV I know that feeling. I’ve felt it before, and I never thought in a million years that I’d feel it again. I stood there, staring at this girl at the end of the hall, her long waist length brown hair in a tight braid down her back gave me a perfect view of her beauty. A little heart shaped face, and the most gorgeous pair of golden brown eyes stared back at me, wide, and confused. I was confused too, damn the Moon Goddess… What a sick sense of humor she has. Bringing me a second chance mate? Today? This was the last place I expected to meet her. I’m not ready. I don’t know if I can handle this yet. I try my best to keep my emotions at bay and not lose it in front of her. I don’t

Aria is a 21-year-old woman who is struggling with who she really is. She’s 5’3”, 140lbs, has Hazel eyes with a sapphire ring around the outside, porcelain skin, mahogany red hair a round face with full lips, a perfectly proportioned nose that’s slightly turned down and a cleft chin. Her body is toned with an hourglass figure that is slightly larger in the bottom. She cares a great deal about her health without making it an obsession. She loves reading, writing, and being outdoors. She has no problem staying in and enjoying a home cooked meal by the fireplace. She hasn’t been very lucky in love and she suspects that it has to do with whatever her family seems to be hiding from her.

Ariane – United States That morning, I wake up with overflowing energy. My heart beats fast, my body seems to vibrate with excitement. Today is the last day of classes. The end of a chapter. A new beginning. My name is Ariane Akon Leslie, I am 19 years old, and I am in my final year of business management at a prestigious university in New York. My friends describe me as a classic beauty: brunette, long hair that cascades down to the middle of my back, a determined gaze, and an hourglass figure. I do not define myself by my looks, but by my fierce determination to win.

It was probably a friendly visit, that would have been the reason why she wasn't aware. Yet, it was just a five minutes walk but Tara piqued her interest and the fact that she said she came here to see her instead. Ariana was practically a nobody, why would a high class lady visit a nobody. She didn't send anybody she came by herself personally. It was somewhat of an honor, but what could she possibly want to talk about with Ariana? "She's a brand ambassador for Louis Vuitton and I think she owns a makeup brand and she is also related to the owner of Essential mists. That's all I know about her for now, oh! And she married but I don't know to whom."

A few recognisable celebrities mingled near the bar, such as actors, tech founders, and one Grammy-winning singer whose presence alone guaranteed trending status before midnight. It was getting darker outside. Through the towering glass panels, the sky shifted from deep cobalt to velvet black, the city lights sharpening in contrast. Inside, the chandeliers glowed warmer, brighter, as if anticipating impact. I scanned the room once more before my gaze found her. Ariana stood near the center of it all, wrapped in midnight blue silk, the empire waistline framing the unmistakable curve of her stomach. One hand rested lightly over it, instinctive and protective. The other moved gracefully as she