{Completed ✔︎}
A story that's kinda different from my others. It's hard to explain the plot, but this is all I know for sure..
Y/n Bernard is Ariana Grande's girlfriend, and if you dare put your hands on her, you'll be looking at your murderer.
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Y/n had a fever. 100 degrees flat. She was staying in bed all day and Ariana treated her like the good girlfriend she was.
Y/n kept repeatedly saying 'sorry' and 'I didn't mean to get sick', but Ariana always said 'it's fine' or 'you look cute when you're sick'. That always made a smile find a way to Y/n's face.
Y/n nor Ariana knew how she got sick. Y/n just came home, took a shower and immediately got into bed, covering herself with the thick white blanket.
Ariana suggested that Y/n quit her job and find a new job, the job underpaid anyway. But she refused, it was just a sickness that she would recover from in a few days. No need to overreact.
Ariana was about to go on the balcony when her phone dinged. Ariana's eyebrows knitted together, 'who could possibly be wanting to talk to me?' Ariana thought.
Any other day she would've shrugged it off and answer or not answer, but today she was in a mood since her beautiful, hard-working girlfriend was sick. And she knew it was because of her job. Those sick customers made her sick as well, and for that, she is angered.
She looked at her phone and saw that it was the stupid person whom we call 'Unknown' Ariana rolled her eyes and put her phone back down on the bedside table, but her phone just dinged again.
"What do they fucking want?" Ariana muttered to herself as she picked up her phone again.
She looked at the text message and her eyes widened. She has never been so shocked before in her life.
Unknown: What a cute scene between two beauties in love, let's hope that one of them doesn't go missing.
Unknown: You should really start keeping your eye on Y/n more. The next time you blink, she could be gone.
Unknown: Just.
Unknown: Like.
Unknown: That.
Ariana: Just leave me and Y/n alone, you sociopath
Unknown: Once a lover of Y/n, always a lover of Y/n. Be careful Ariana, I'm always one step ahead.
Unknown: And right now, I'm so close to touching your Y/n and making her feel the best pleasure she has ever felt in her life.
"GET OUT!"
Ariana screamed making Y/n wake up, immediately sitting up by her girlfriends screaming. "Ariana?!" Y/n called out. Ariana's eyes knitted together in worry. Her eyes were widening in fear and a thin layer of sweat was covering her face.
"Y-Y/n, you're okay." Y/n slowly nodded, "yes, I'm perfectly fine..?" Ariana turned around, "yes, you're perfectly fine.." she repeated as if she was trying to reassure herself that you were perfectly fine and no one was out to get you.
She went outside on the balcony and took out her pack of cigars. She took out a cigarette and lit it before putting the packet of cigarettes on the railing over there phone.
She inhaled the smoke then let it out, letting relief take over her body. Never has she ever felt so much relief from a cigarette. The cancer stick has always brought her relief, but this relief was different. It took all her stress away and replaced it with strength.
Unknown: It's crazy how something that could kill you 5 years earlier could bring such relief.
Ariana looked at her phone as it dinged. She was debating wether or not to pick up the phone and see who texted her, or make all of that pain and sorrow and stress come back to her and see who texted her.
Unknown: Don't ignore me bitch.
Unknown: You either ignore me, or I take Y/n to my lair while you're sleeping.
Ariana decided to go with option 2.
Ariana: Your lair , huh?
Ariana: What are you? 6 years old that has a crush on my girlfriend?
Unknown: Nope. I'm still surprised that you don't know me.
Ariana: Am I suppose to know you?
Unknown: I would say no, but I guess yes. Yes, you are suppose to know me. Come on, who was it you hated for trying to steal your girlfriend, Ariana? All throughout highschool.
Ariana: Idk, I hated a lot of people back in highschool
Unknown: Oh you know, you just don't want to answer my question because you're afraid that you might be right.
Unknown: Well I'll tell you this, I am still very organized, and I already have my next few plans for the next couple of weeks. I'm going to end up stealing Y/n from you by the end of this year, and boy, I cannot wait.
Unknown: Be ready Ariana, because I'm coming.
Ariana turned off her phone and took another cigarette from her pack. She inhaled then smoke then let it out in the air.
She then dropped on the ground and stomped on it, making sure the cigarette was out then going into the house and down to the basement where the couple kept their expensive alcohol.
Ariana opened the cabinet where her Grandpa's expensive and collective alcohol was and took out the oldest one;
Brandy Alexander.
"You said this was for special occasions only," Ariana opened it and took a long swig out of it, letting the alcohol sting the back of her throat.
"And this occasion is pretty damn special."
Unknown: That's right Ariana. Get wasted, it'll be easier for me to get another piece of cake.
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Idk why I'm using cake as a reference for u, but whateva.
Who do y'all think Unknown is? (I can promise you it's not Shay Mitchell).
So do y'all want my phone number? Just kidding...I ain't giving u that promo unless I actually talk to u. And had a real convo with u, y'know?
