đź’ŤI Contractual Arrangement
If evil was tempting and beautiful, she was the devil. Ariana "Ari" Valencia is the reluctant heiress to her family's jewellery empire, a position she never desired but one her father insists on. Once a vibrant, innocent girl, her life took a sharp turn when her family's newfound wealth came with strings attached—one of them being her arranged marriage to a powerful yet grumpy businessman with an unyielding personality. While Ariana keeps up her sunny disposition publicly, inside, she still harbours resentment toward her father for orchestrating the arrangement that tore her away from her one true love, Alexander Keen. Now, her marriage is a blend of tension and politeness, with Ariana forced to play the role of a dutiful wife while secretly disliking the very man she's tied to.The quiet tension in the grand dining room felt as thick as the elaborate tapestries lining the walls. He glanced across the table at Ariana, who seemed to hold a soft glow even under the stark chandelier light. She wore a delicate, almost resigned smile, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the silverware—a little habit he'd noticed during dinners like these, where neither of them seemed to belong.
Ariana looked up, catching his gaze briefly. Her eyes, warm yet wary, held traces of exhaustion she tried to mask with sweetness, the smile in place like a well-practiced line. And despite her small, polite nod, the walls she had built around herself were as firm as ever.
Breaking the silence, her voice came soft, almost reluctantly. "Did you get through that report on the partnership with Kingsley & Co.? I can have it finalized for you if it helps."
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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