ariana edwards

Who would expect a story titled ANTIMAGIC to be about wizards, mystical creatures and fantastic, unusual adventures? Yet, it really is ... It's even more than that. You'll see if you read the story, that there is, beside all this, a spell, mightier than the strongest spells ever, even than Abracadabra. Yes, Antimagic is the most powerful magic of all known and unknown in the wizards' world, because it's a spell that can stop any magic, no matter how powerful it is. The narrative in Antimagic story will succeed not only in helping the children's minds to imagine fantasy worlds or to create their own stories with fairies, princesses, famous wizards or knights, because they already know how to do it, but it will develop even more their thinking and desire to KNOW. Reading this book they'll see and understand what all wizard students got after their decision to study magic at the famous and old Elmbridge School of Magic. What they all got is that they'll become skilled and wise wizards and magicians only through study and long and painstaking search for knowledge. And even more than that, this book will help grown-ups too to remember to dream again, because we, grown-ups, kind of forgot to do that.

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.

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!

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...

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?

"If you run away, then I will chase after you and lock you away, so you have to love me." ~ Ariana ~In which an innocent high school love develops into a deadly obsession~ ____________________________________________________ First Quinn was loved by her best friend, but later she was chased by a delusional pop star, who would never leave her alone... yandere Ariana  Prequel to "Owned - Billie Eilish gxg" Warning: This is a dark romance story, therefore it will have some content, that might be triggering or disturbing to some people. If you are very sensitive to any kind of abuse, please don't read this story. Thank you. All Rights Reserved

Alexa scott a young beautiful teenager who lives with her mother in Los Angeles. She grew up to believe her father died by car accident leaving her mother to fend for them.things things start to change when she turns eighteen and started attending the prestigious holly high school,a school for humans and vampire. She had scaring dreams of a woman who always tell her this three words:"ask your mother "things got worst when she fell in love with a pure blood vampire and got to find out she is not a human neither is she a vampire. Then " who is she?"what's her mother hiding from her?.more truth are yet to unfold.

Justin Bieber wants the world to have a different perspective of him. He wants people to forget about the crazy things he has done. And the only way he can do that is to find a girl who can make him want to change his horrible ways. What happens when he meets Ariana Grande, A sweet girl know for her Angelic voice and Bubbly personality??. Find out in Hoping for a Chance with a Grande.

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