روايات وقصص ضمن Victoria Justice And Ariana Grande

Immediately I pulled the cell phone forcibly from her hands. "I am Celine Young!" I shouted while being honest with her. Instantly Beatrix widened her eyes in disbelief. Her jaw dropped. She looked incredulous. She looked from head to toe as if I couldn't possibly have a body like this. "You're kidding, right?" he said with a laugh. Actually I was offended by her laughter as if she was doing body shamming against me. "I really really Celine Young..." I assured her. "If you are Celine Young, then I am Ariana Grande," she replied with a laugh.

One sentence. One lie. That's all it took. My phone keeps lighting up. I get notifications fast. I can barely read one before another comes in. My name is trending. So is Victoria's. I open X with shaky fingers. I immediately regret it. #HOMEWRECKER ARIA. #JUSTICE FOR VICTORIA. #DAMIEN HARTWELL. There are thousands of posts. Hundreds of thousands of comments. [So this is the girl?] [Victoria deserved better.]

Riley's POV Victoria is waiting in our penthouse when we arrive, sitting on our couch like she belongs there. She's perfectly composed in a white designer dress, every blonde hair in place despite the chaos she's helped create. "Riley. Brett." She stands gracefully, her smile cold as winter. "Congratulations on your little victory with Morrison." "Little victory?" I set down my purse and face her directly. "Your partner in crime just got arrested on federal charges." "Morrison was always expendable. A useful tool who outlived his purpose." Victoria moves to the windows, gazing out at the city like a queen surveying her domain. "Did you really think removing one pawn would end this game?"

"I was a liar, I gave into the fire. I know I should have fought it. At least I'm being honest." --- Ariana Grande ●●● ●●● "CHRISTIAN.." I whisper with wide eyes. He looks at me with the same expression. "What are you doing Victoria?" He breathes out after a few moments of dead silence. I drop my gaze to the ground because now I can not look at him. He opens my fisted hand and takes out the pills from them. Tears form in my eyes and my lip starts to tremble.

“She took everything from me, Ariana. My fiancé, my company, my life. I didn’t want just revenge, I wanted justice as well.” Ariana smirked slightly. “Well, you got both. She lost her husband, her company, and her reputation. You really outdid yourself.” Amelia gave a small laugh. “Don’t make me sound like a villain.” “Oh, please,” Ariana said, picking up the curling iron. “If being strong and beautiful makes you a villain, then I’m applying for the role too.” They both laughed as Ariana began curling Amelia’s hair again. After a pause, Ariana grinned mischievously. “Now let’s talk about more important things… like your wedding night.”

"You'll expose me? Tell Damien?" "Oh, I'll do more than that, sweetie." Victoria's voice was sickeningly sweet. "I'll go to the police. Report you for identity fraud. For infiltrating a private residence under false pretenses. I'll make sure you're arrested, prosecuted, and spend years in prison. And your poor, dying mother...." She paused, watching Aria's reaction with cruel satisfaction. "Yes, I know about her too. She'll die alone in that hospital while you rot in a cell." Tears burned behind Aria's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

She cussed under her breath, swirling around to give a proper look at the unwanted individuals trying to ruin her day. Of course. Her two favorite people— cue the sarcasm. April Waje in all her glory, looking all spruce and glamorous in the fashionable way she decided to rock her uniforms. Her hair was packed in the typical Ariana Grande's ponytail while she carried a large L.V brand handbag on her wrist and there was her lone minion- Zaria omah with her hair wrapped In a bun, a nude makeup framing her face as she bored holes into Yara with her grayish contact lens.

Her voice was hoarse but steady. “I’m not something to be owned by anyone.” She looked directly at Maxwell. “And no one is currying my favor. I make my own decisions.” Her gaze did not break. “Who I choose to sleep with is none of your business now.” Maxwell’s jaw tightened. Ariana continued. “I took Victor’s offer, and I intend to keep it.” Her voice hardened slightly. “I earned it.” Then she leaned back into the seat. “I hope you have enough chocolates for Selene when you see her.”

Within seconds he was free, crossing the chapel to stand beside me. "You okay?" he asked, examining the cut on my neck. "I've been worse." I looked at my sister across the chapel. "Nice entrance." Aria's mouth twitched. "I practiced." For one impossible second it felt like we're twelve years old again. Before the divorce and everything. Then Victoria laughed. It was not her usual sharp and controlled laugh. "You think you've won," she said, turning to face all four of us. "You think you've beaten me." She looked around the chapel slowly. "You have a recording, a notebook and some cloud footage that my lawyers will challenge for years in court."