Aria S の小説・ストーリー

he added joyfully while the driver stood there watching them and he could not help but smile at the two of them . “ so what do you want to do?” “ anything, as far as you are by my side” “ okay then, we will stop and get some ice creams and I will help you with your home work and after that, we play a game. What do you think?” Aurora asked as she placed her hands on her waist. “ superb” little Liam nodded. “Let’s get going then” she added and he clasped her hand over his. Just as they were about to enter the car, her phone beeped and she rolled her eyes seeing the name.

“WOW,” Aria exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as they arrived at James’s rest house in San Benjamin. It was a quaint town nestled in Southern Luzon, famed for its stunning beaches that stretched like golden ribbons along the coast. The sand, shimmering under the bright sun, looked as if it had been kissed by gold itself. The waves gently caressed the shoreline, their soft whispers mingling with the breeze that carried with it the scent of the sea. The further they drove into the heart of this coastal paradise, the more Aria felt her senses awaken to the wonders around her. The scent of salt and blooming flowers filled the air, invigorating her spirit and washing away the weight of her eve

Limang Taon ang Nakalipas... ​Ang International Airport ng bansa ay tila naging isang fashion runway nang lumabas mula sa VIP gate ang isang babaeng nakasuot ng tila kulay-gatas na trench coat, malaking sunglasses, at matingkad na pulang lipstick. Bawat hakbang ng kanyang stilettos sa sahig ay may dalang awtoridad at kumpiyansa. ​Siya si Aria Mercedes, o mas kilala na ngayon sa buong mundo bilang "A," ang creative director ng Maison de Luxe sa Paris.

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she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

she said as she stood and picked up her blazer. Andrei laughed and looked at Alpha Diego. “You see? Now you’re going to drive yourself insane thinking about her.” She popped her blazer back on and picked her bag up. Her ribs felt completely fine now. “I’ll take you back,” Alpha Diego said, standing, too. “No, it’s fine. I’ll just—” “I insist,” the Alpha said as he walked to the door. “Bye, Ava. See you soon,” Iulia said. Like they were friends.

The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps. “Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight. “Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.” “I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.

ASIO HEADQUARTERS – CANBERRA – 7:45 A.M. Jack’s silver Porsche 911 slipped into the ramp’s shadow and glided down, engine note flattening to a feline purr. Overhead, a slate-blue sky brightened by slow degrees; the hills beyond the lake wore a gauze of mist that made the capital look like a model city under a glass dome.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

I nod to her at that how could I say anything against that. Arurora walks in the kitchen and we stop talking. She looks beautiful, she has put on a bit of make up to cover her bruises like I would be bothered by that she is beautiful with or without them. She has a lovely blue jumper on that clings to her figure and makes me want her that much more.