Arabella Black Novels & Stories

I don't see her flirting with me, and she's the only one who thinks my face is scary. When my phone vibrates, I look at it. I noticed a high number of missed calls from Zafira. She's a shameless scumbag. I really want her to leave my life. If she only didn't know my true identity, she might not be here because she died until now. I stood up and looked out the window. I noticed a lot of birds flying around in the sky. I suddenly remember my pack. If my pack is still alive, I might be happy living with them. Unfortunately, they are all no longer alive. I'm only alive because of the couple who look after me. I really want to thank them, but they are no longer alive. Because of one of my werewol

Because every time things became too quiet, her thoughts drifted back to London. To the engagement party. To Leonard. To Vanessa. And strangely… the pain was beginning to turn into something else. Drive. Ambition. Arabella stood and walked toward the large mirror in the living room. The woman reflected there looked completely different now. Beautiful. Elegant. And no longer fragile. “Adele doesn’t lower her head when she speaks.” Sebastian’s words echoed through her mind again. Arabella took a deep breath and tried once more. Her shoulders straightened.

I’ve always known her, but these past weeks, it feels like I know her on a deeper level. Arabella Leovough is like a ball of sunshine. She loves smiling and laughing a lot. And maybe it’s because I’ve always been a bit reserved on my end. That made her the same, which is why I didn’t figure out earlier, but she’s a witty girl too. Not that funny. But funny in the way where you just can’t help cracking up at her jokes even when she sucks at them. From afar, Arabella seems like a nice, quiet girl who’s got her life pieced together but when you get to know her, she’s a chaotic girl who you can never stop smiling around.

His luna Ciara looked at me with so much scorn that I knew she must have had a history with Keith. "Good evening Alpha Keith," Alpha Abraham said and smiled at me. He did not greet me. He felt too important to greet me, and it was okay. I did not care, really. As long as Keith was beside me, I was okay. "Don't you know how to greet?" He asked Abraham, and the man stopped smiling and looked at me. "Meet Scarlett Vladislav, my future luna Alpha Keith said, and I was in shock. I could not say anything. I was speechless on the matter. I felt his hand on my thigh. He had made his intentions towards me known to the world.

Some women even complimented with a black scarf around their head or fedoras, they were there to mourn the death of one of the daughters in the Brien Family and anyone who walked in would immediately be engulfed by the grief in the air. The 18-year old Harley tried to cry but the tears weren’t just coming. Her eyes were dry, but hint that she had cried enough. She watched as the people who came in walked towards her parents to offer their condolences as she sat in one corner of the living room wearing a short black corset dress. She played nervously with her fingers and exhaled shakily with each breath she took. Was her sister really dead? She didn’t want to believe

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

I ask shyly. “No, not really,” he says. “I just wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely beautiful tonight. Most beautiful she-wolf at the entire event.” his eyes get a little darker, and I can tell his wolf is surfacing. ‘Arlo wants to come out and play,’ teases Amira. But Amira wasn’t here earlier when Arlo came out. She doesn’t know what he will do. “Can I ask you something?” he says, his voice all husky.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

I've been around humans for long enough to know she's terrified, even though she's doing a decent job of hiding it. "I want to go over the contract one last time to make everything clear," I say, pulling out my phone. "Since you refuse to be glamored, you will have to obey of your own volition. I will go through the main points." Arabella nods, and it pains me to look away. I want to devour her. "Your name is too long. I will call you Ara." "That's what my friends call me," she says. "Don't speak unless spoken to." I search through my email and open up the contract.

"Your drink is ready, sir." The woman with long black hair gave the customer a glass of bluish green drink. The man reached out to take the drinks. Then took a slow sip of the cocktail, feeling a chill creeping through his throat. "This is amazing," said the customer to the bartender earlier. "I told you, didn't I?" The woman smiled. "Bella! Make some of your newest cocktail many of our customers like it," said the short-haired woman. Yes. The girl with long back hair was Arabella, or usually called Bella. Bella has beautiful eyes when you look at her, her skin is white and smooth like most women in general.