Sean And Ariana Novels & Stories

(Samuel Pov) Arianna and I are here now in my office after that happened. We sat on the sofa looking at each other. Her face is serious now for some reason I don't know. But still, she is very beautiful to look at. I couldn't help but blush because of her stares.

Who would have thought that the speculated billionaire playboy would be such a responsible married man who would not want to do anything to jeopardize his union and image no matter how much she tried to seduce him. She thought she had succeeded when she managed to get into his head after her mini birthday party that night. Damien had opened up to her a little after she had 'concernedly' probed him for whatever had him in such a sour mood. Of course it was his wife. Ariana did not know the value of what she had, she had thought when singlehandedly convinced him to file for a separation, getting into his head with her words as he told her how his wife had chosen a God she could not see over hi

Ariana “I’m breaking up with you, Ariana.” Finn’s voice filled my ear moments after I accepted the call. I was yet to even fully wake up when his call came in, which means my brain was yet to fully reboot. I was sitting up at once, blinking in confusion as I echoed out one word. “What??!” “I’m sorry, okay? But we can’t be together anymore.” He continued, speaking fast and making me grow more confused as the seconds passed.

"I believe you haven't forgotten about the one-month-long contract, Mr. Green? Right now, I'm Ethan's surrogate girlfriend." Sean grabbed my arm, his roguish smile full of helplessness. "Saying things like that just to make me angry again? Fine, this one is my fault. You can be mad, alright? But we're getting married one month from now." "Sean, who's getting married?" Anita had not even reached us before Sean abruptly let go of my hand in panic. Cold mockery filled my eyes as I looked at Sean, naturally holding her hand. "Ethan is, of course." As Sean spoke, he kept giving Ethan frantic looks.

Samantha said, sitting at the edge of the bed and sighing. Meanwhile, Ariana went straight to the sofa facing Selena's bed and continued texting, surely she's texting Adam again. "Oh, why does it seem like you three aren't excited? It's exciting to be drug dealers! Haha! I wish it were Monday already so we can become drug dealers! It's so boring here at home." - Selena I wish... I thought to myself. It's Sunday morning, and I'm only briefly here at Selena's house. Later at lunch, we'll be traveling to Cebu for Aria's birthday.

“God even his name sounds like foreplay.” Aria clutches her stomach, laughing until her sides hurt. “Sloane, you’re doomed.” “Yup. Absolutely and thoroughly doomed.” They clink glasses again, giggling like teenagers at a sleepover, both a little tipsy and a lot heartbroken in their own ways—but together, for the first time in too long.

She nodded and sighed, "Yes. But I told him, we're done. And that, there's no chance of us getting back together. I remained silent. My heart ached at the thought of them together. But I refused to show it. Aria said she doesn't want them to be together again. “Are you sure you want to talk about Sean?” she asked, a bit cautious. I shook my head and smiled, trying to hide that I was affected by what they have. Because I shouldn’t, right? Aria said they’re done and that Sean cheated on her. For sure, she wouldn’t want him again.

Everyone had been perfectly pleasant, and Damien had eventually returned to the table after disappearing with his phone, although whatever had been on that screen seemed to have followed him back. Well....... I had spent the entire morning pretending that the man sitting across the table was not the same man I had been desperately trying not to think about for two night. And I was exhausted. "Thank you for having me," I said as we stood from the table. Warren smiled politely. "It was a pleasure having you, Ariana." "Thank you, Mr. Kingston." "It's Warren," he said with a small chuckle. I nodded. "Thank you, Warren." Vanessa smiled. "It was lovely see you again Ariana."

Whenever Aria ran into this kind of problem, she usually went straight to her “strategist,” Christina. For all the questionable advice she sometimes gave, Christina had nailed the analysis last night. After hesitating a moment, Aria finally opened their chat. \[Aria]: If I remember right, Sean’s thirty now too? \[Christina]: Should be. Why, got some big theory? Haha. So—how was last night? Happy? Excited? Did you manage to calm him down?

he growled, eyes blazing as he stared at me with a look I didn't understand. “No the fuck you don't,” I grounded out and leaned against the wall. “You and him need to stop. I'm trying to have fun and you both make that extremely difficult.” He didn't respond. He just looked at me. It looked like his eyes darkened but it could just be the barely lit room. “This is fucking ridiculous,” I sighed and laughed. “This is what I get for trying to have fun.” “You don't need to play a stupid game to have fun Olivia,” Sean mumbled, and crossed his arms.