Suara Ara Ara Novels & Stories

Mabel threw her hands up in frustration. “ Are you being serious immediately?” Sarah asked surprised. “ Know what, I'm done with this conversation immediately. Can we change topics, or you can go back to your duty post," she suggested? “ I'd prefer the latter because I just don't know you anymore.” Sara got up and walked to her desk. Has she changed or she's now portraying her actual character to me? “ Hey baby,” Xara called out to Elon as she entered his class. “Mama,” the two-year-old picked up his stuff and hurried to her. " Hey love, how was school today?" she asked as they headed towards the car.

With her family and friends urging, Ara walked calmly to the stage. She looked back, and Ara saw her son clapping and waving at her. She smiled back and turned her gaze to her husband smiling at her. Ara was wearing a white chiffon dress, and with just a simple movement, the dress flowed beautifully. Ara sat next to the piano like a fairy. She placed her slender hands on the piano and moved slightly, like gentle waves in the morning. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. At this moment, Ara’s entire world is illuminated. Suddenly, Ara opened her eyes. Her eyes were shining. She turned again at her husband and son and smiled gently.

Ara commented, shifting her gaze to Jenna who had a thoughtful look on her face. "Something is off," Jenna murmured to herself. .......... Ara wore a red thin sweater and a pair of jeans. She had styled her hair into a side braid and had also applied lip gloss for the occasion. She hastily shut the cap of her lipgloss and shot a glance at her alarm clock which read 6;56, the moment she heard the honk of the car. "He is here," she wondered out loud and swiveled to pick Angela from her bed.

The noise of the party seemed to fade, replaced by the pounding of my heart in my ears. "Leave me alone, Lola," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. Lola's eyes narrowed, her gaze raking over my body with undisguised contempt. "Why should I?" she sneered, her voice rising above the music. "You're pathetic, Aria. No one wants you here. You're just a fat, ugly pig, covered in make-up and wearing an outfit that looks like you’re about to burst." She threw the word "fat" around like it was my greatest shame. She looked around at everyone, a smirk on her face, and started laughing, drawing the attention of the entire room.

He said while forcing not to break his voice. I gave him a reassuring smile. "I promised," *** "Ara, can you fetch some materials for me at my condo?" "Sure, what's your passcode again?" "It's my birth date." "Um, is it Month-Day-Year, Day-Month-Year, or the Korean way: Year-Month-Day?" "The Korean way," "Got it!" Ara snapped. "Can I bring Port with me?" "Sure, Perth and I have something to discuss in private as well,"

We can trade and end it all. Clicking on the video, I watch as Aria is sunbathing in the backyard, topless. She starts out on her stomach, but then turns onto her back, showing off her magnificent tits. The video is only about ninety seconds long, but it’s enough to get my blood boiling. This is way too close for comfort! They could have snatched her right from under our noses. The video is time stamped from just a few hours ago, so it’s possible that they could have taken her.

I flicked the leaf that flew towards me before I looked at him and smiled. He was surprised and amused at my smile. "You look prettier when you smile like that,” he said, flashing a smile. “Gudan’s my name by the way. I’m please to meet you, Aliara. Just don’t scare me anymore. I’ll be mad by then,” he said as he moved away. I giggled. "As you wish, Your Majesty," I said sarcastically. He widened his eyes again. "You know how to joke, huh. But it’s not funny though," he said before walking past me.

And among the crowd, hidden yet watchful, Ryan observed it all with a heart pounding like war drums. At the center of this charged arena, Aria stood alone. Bound yet unbowed, she appeared small against the backdrop of the massive wooden platform, yet her presence commanded an inexplicable gravity. The wind tugged gently at her hair, carrying the faint scent of incense and fear-sweat from the assembled masses. She lifted her chin slightly, refusing to let the weight of their stares crush her spirit.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."