ariana and theodore novel

I'm in the Packhouse. Can't believe my mate holds another female werewolf's hand and says she's his true mate. I smile and accept the rogue. Because, I'm reborn with the Moon Goddess's help. To escape last life's tragic end, I'll change. I pick Theodore, the Lycan King's illegitimate son, as my ally. But fate tricks me. He's my true mate. When I'm doubting about trusting the Moon Goddess again for a second chance, my ex-mate shows up. He's in tears, crying about his faults, begging me to return.

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am. The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there. I fall and shiver with the noise in my head but I cannot cry. I get up quickly to take a look at the second victim but I can't see 'its' face-the whole body is wrapped in a blue satin material that looks and smells like death. I wait for the third but it moves so fast I can't get a proper picture of her, but I do know it is a female. The fourth has blood dropping from his nose and his eyes are shut tight like he is in another world. The fifth body is wheeled upstairs and I hurriedly follow it. As I climb the staircase after them, I see a woman descending it; her countenance looks disheveled but her heart is dancing. She is jumping and laughing inside of her. When I look into her eyes, that's what I see but she does not see me pass. I stop staring at her and follow the ambulance which is now being rolled into the theatre with calculated moves. I want to see who the victim is, but they are so fast that they enter and lock the door before I can catch up. I sigh and hesitate for three minutes and then I remember the red neckpiece-the one that fell from Jamie's hands. "Jamie!" I scream in my head. Then my feet begin to move very fast down the stairs. I do not have the power to stop them from moving and they only stop at Emergency Ward 1 and I suddenly and supernaturally find myself inside without using the door. The neck piece still lay there, close to the reception. There on the bed in the emergency Ward lay my sister Jamie with her pale face and bloody body. Her left eyebrow is now gone and her nose and ears are bleeding. Her lips are still charred and a man in white coveralls keep wiping blood off her face and body every now and then. There are three men around her, plus a woman, pushing and pulling some strange machines on the wall and on the floor, to save her. The woman is placing a stethoscope on Jamie's chest. I watch her from the corner I am standing. She does it three times and then she stops, placing her head on the side of the bed which isn't bloodstained and I see, from her eyes two drops of tears fall into the soft bloodstained bed where Jamie lay. Just then, the three men stop pushing and pulling the machines, they shake their heads from side to side as if on cue and one of them proceeds to cover my sister's body with a long blue satin cloth- the same one the second victim has on his whole body. I shiver, seeing this cloth because I know it is used to wrap corpses in readiness for cremation. Suddenly I find my voice. "Don't! She's not dead! Don't cover her up!" I scream. My lips shiver as reality dawns on me. My whole body utter a yelp but they do not even look at me "Hey Doctors! Jamie's my sister, she cannot die! Please save her" I mutter under my breath because raising my voice doesn't help. "Pack her up quickly, the poor girl has given up" one of the men say to another and I try to cry but tears do not come. My eyes sting badly. I watch one of them roll her body like a burrito and wheel it out of the theatre. My feet scurry after him but it is all hopeless, so I soon stop going after him. I go up the stairs towards the fifth accident victim like a defeated warrior and lay my head on the door of the ward like a wounded child. For some reason, I do not want to see any more of these gory sights. So I turn to go, but, I hear a voice "Hello" I hear someone say to me. I turn around swiftly to face a tall man in white coveralls. His head has hair as black as coal and his voice sounds like several elephants trumpeting. I think he is a doctor here but I am shocked because he can see me, hear me. When he opens his mouth, I see that his teeth are very long and that his eyes shine in the dark. Dark red eyes, and with fingers that look like claws. "Please sir, I need you to save my little sister. Please stop that man from taking her there. I do not want her to go there" my voice is breaking but my eyes are as dry as a tree in summer. He moves his head from side to side and opens his mouth to talk. "You're a spirit", he says, "I have noticed you roaming about in the past hour and that's why I have come up to you. I am no doctor. I am here to save you" he raises his arms and I see a tattoo on it. The tattoo of a blue werewolf. His revelation shocks me and I know I should ask, "how do you see me then? People here can't see me or hear me" but I say something else, "No sir! I can see, feel, smell and talk. I cannot only cry and that is the one thing I suffer from, how can you even call me a spirit?" I shiver again, my feet floating in the air "Your body is in there" he says pointing at the door I am leaning on. "You have to go back to it please, before it is too late" "Please save my sister" I plead with my eyes, ignoring his words "I need you to do this, Ariana. Please go back to your body now" he insists "My sister, Jamie..." I trail off "Save what can be saved. Go in there now" he commands I reluctantly push the door open and just as it opens, I see the doctors about to cover the body on the bed with a long blue cloth just like the one Jamie's body's wrapped in. Just as they are about covering my face, I slip into my lifeless body.

"If he loved Critic Arley so much he should have stayed," she bit out, her ocean-blue eyes gleaming with unshed tears. She missed him. * Lordess Theodore is a duet, book 2 of 'The Gooseberry Duet’ but can be read as a stand-alone' This Book 1 is titled: ‘Lord Theodore’s Favorite Ritual.’ You could read it as a standalone but there are 300 chapters before this, so... PS: The first book is a bit of a slow burn love, sex and being a hated rich lady worshipped by her husband while this book two is filled with endless drama, mysteries, hilarious faceslapping, pain and finally love. * Lydia's life turns upside down when a violent confrontation with her father leads to the tragic death of her husband. Fleeing from her past, Lydia and her estranged sister, Helena, find themselves lost in a dangerous, uncharted forest. Desperate to escape, they set off on a perilous journey to return to their city, Critic-Arley, only to discover their once-grand mansion has been overtaken by dark forces. With nowhere else to turn, Lydia seeks refuge in the royal castle, where she becomes entangled in a web of palace intrigue and dangerous desires. As the king's attention turns toward her, Lydia must navigate the treacherous politics of court life while grappling with her own grief and the haunting memories of her lost love. Determined to reclaim her life, Lydia transforms herself from a grieving widow into a powerful, respected figure in Critic-Arley. She steps into the social scene with a newfound grace and elegance, capturing the attention of all who see her. But beneath her poised exterior, Lydia is tormented by the past and the mysterious circumstances surrounding her husband's death. Just when she begins to find her footing, Lydia's world is shaken by the return of Theodore—a man who bears an uncanny resemblance to her late husband but has no memory of their love. As secrets unravel and old enemies resurface, Lydia must uncover the truth behind Theodore's return and confront the dark forces that threaten to destroy everything she holds dear. In a tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, Lydia must find the strength to fight for her future and rediscover the love that was once lost to time. ….

Ariana Grande gets tickled by Katy Perry for being more popular than her! However, Katy is not the only one who wants to tickle her!

Anya Hayhurst, an orphaned young girl, is approached one day by a mysterious man offering her the chance to sell her rights as a living creature in exchange for a new, unknown life to replace her life she views as a mistake. She agrees. Never did she believe she would be bought by Theodore Doldrum, who shows her and teacher her all manner of magical things. Who takes her under his wing to help her control her powers, and reveals a new world beyond our own, the man who is the mage, and she his apprentice. (This is what I call a practise narrative, to test my quality of writing. It does have a strong parallel to the anime/manga of The Ancient Magnus Bride (which I highly recommend) but with my own little twist and minor differences. As stated, I found the material good practice to harness my own writing skill to. It is not vital to have watched the anime to understand this, or vice versa. Hope you enjoy. )

This story is about a young boy who lost everything to bad circumstance, or so it seems. Follow Theodore on his journey to discover what really took his adoptive father's life, and perhaps his biological parents' too. Along the way, he finds love, and perhaps realizes revenge was not the path destiny had laid out for him...

18+ content, read it on your own risk To the outside world, i was just a Foster kid Arianna who worked hard and now had a well paying job... So normal, nothing extraordinary but they didn't know the darkness of my world because i hid it well. You can never know a thing about me which i don't want you to know. He thought he kidnapped me because he just could and wanted to, to the world he is The Mr. Kite who can do whatever the fuck he wants but he doesn't know i m the master mind of this game he will never know who i m unless i want him to. He thinks he is my dark Knight and i m the damsel in distress. I m the fucking Queen wearing the skin of the sweet innocent damsel. My hands were bound to the bed. My clothes were gone. There was not any sheet on my naked body. It has been twenty minutes since i gained consciousness but i m pretending to be unconscious, i already know my surrounding but the reason why i am still pretending is because i know he is waiting and he is getting anxious. In a few minutes, he will have to cancel his meeting and when he will cancel it i will open my eyes on my own terms. Suddenly, i feel a hand on my left boob he is massaging it and then his hand moves to my right boob he gives the same service to it. Sex has never been my weakness, he can do what he wants right now he will be so indulge in it, the game would be long gone out of his hands and all the cards will be owned by me. His other hand now moves to my vagina he plays with it and starts fingering me. He is in his own mind right now. His two fingers are doing the same thing for several minutes in and out, in and out. Then he takes out his phone and start texting i know he is cancelling his meeting and soon when he is busy with me again. I open my eyes and play my role of damsel in distress. And let him believe he is owning me with the sex but its the other way around and now i let myself feel and soon the orgasm comes and playing my innocent role perfectly i start weeping and see him with so much hate in my eyes from a girl who feel violated that i seem real to my own self. He clean my tears with his thumb and his other hand is still inside me, he starts moving those fingers again inside me and brings his lips to mine and he literally devours me he pushes his tongue inside my mouth at the same time add another finger to his ongoing assault on my down he starts fucking me mercilessly with his fingers. I m so over whelmed and then he use his other hand to pinch my nipples hard and a fucking tsunami of orgasm comes to me i lost all my senses in it then he breaks the kiss takes out his fingers and lick them clean and mischievously smiles to me then he comes so near me his hot breath is on my neck he says in my ear i own you. It sends a thrill to my body but i know its just after effect of orgasm. We are physically attracted but noone will ever own me but in front of him i play my role and show him fear in my eyes but inside is laughing at his stupidity because he doesn't know what's coming...

A half-human talking dragon name is Davezilla been adopted by a green-clad chubby chipmunk since they meet a deaf human scientist lived in her laboratory house.

Getting more and more stuck in a spot of no escape, Ariana wondered why her life was hard. Little did anyone know this all pointed to the fact that she wasn't of the realist's world , Little wonder it never sat well with her; she realized sooner than later that she didn't belong in the world of her mother and 'father' but belonged in the world which she thought only existed in the pile of books on her shelf. And from here, the story begins ... Time-travel

Aisha, a 24-year-old software engineer, escapes her dull life by diving into fantasy novels. After a long day, she falls asleep reading *My Life with You* and wakes up in the body of **Ariana Rencise**, the infamous villainess doomed to die. With no memories of Ariana’s life, Aisha realizes she hasn’t been reborn as the heroine, but as the character destined for a tragic end. Determined to survive, Aisha decides to rewrite Ariana's story. To avoid her grim fate, she must fix the mistakes of her past, repair broken relationships, and navigate the treacherous world of noble politics. Can she change her future and avoid Ariana’s deadly end? Or will the novel’s plot doom her no matter what?