Arabella Black Novels & Stories

His voice rumbled with laughter. I rolled my eyes, "Of course not." Viktor stood off to the side, his obsidian eyes glued to me, as I forced Shannon up and off the bed. Caroline was easy to wake up. She took one look at the stylists and jumped from the couch. "Princess Arabella." A thin red head smiled politely at me. Her brown eyes flickered between me and my friends and I felt like I was being observed under a microscope. I smiled back at the woman, "Good morning, miss. What happened to Renee?"

"What? But she's not Abaddon's girlfriend, he's always been clear about that. Fucking psychotic bitch." "Tabitha." I reprimand her, shocked she'd be so rude about anyone. "Come on Sera, you know it's true. She's the only one delusional enough to believe Abaddon is capable of being monogamous. Look at how the Alpha behaves, I think it's an Alpha thing, like maybe they're hornier than the average wolf or something and it's not like Abaddon pretends he's into her for more than just sex, he barely even speaks to her during the day, she's just an easy cum dump." I'm about to seriously reprimand her again when she quickly pulls away from us into the centre of the hallway. "Oh my goddess, Abbadon.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

Arabella’s expression shifted the moment she saw the dish. She tried to hold it together, but I saw the discomfort in her eyes. "Arabella, are you okay?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice. "Take the food away," she said quickly, covering her nose as if the sight of it was disgusting. I immediately signaled the waitress to remove it. "You’ve been like this all week," I said, my worry growing. "Barely eating, always dizzy, vomiting at the slightest thing. I’m starting to get worried."

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

as he says this he tosses me over the desk and towards his father. I close my eyes thinking at least i tried when their father catches me. I open my eyes surprised I’m alive when i hear a chuckle, “Young lady. i promise they would do nothing to harm you, as a matter of fact they have been curious about humans since they were young. so I’m not surprised they brought you to me as soon as they seen you and realized you were human.” i nod and he puts me down. i stand up and get my balance, “thank you sir, My name is Arabella, and I am just passing through and happen upon them fighting and tried to come up with a solution, and now im here.” He looks at the boys and the nod and then he turns his a

That calmed me—at least there was no other trouble to worry about. Arabella, though… she floored me. Tall, her brown hair loose around her piercing grey eyes and wearing the most daring outfit I’d ever seen on her. A sheer embroidered top—no bra underneath—deep blue florals climbing across the fabric, paired with wide sweeping trousers and a fringed wrap. My jaw damn near hit the ground. “I’m a fashion designer, am I not?” she said, catching my stare. “Besides, soon I’ll be the size of an elephant, heavily pregnant. So I’m enjoying myself while I can.”

(His mother wisely didn’t meet his eyes. “How’s this look?” A small voice carried out in front of them. Well, fuck. Arabella was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans that his mother had selected, and had paired it with a gray starry crop top, one that rode up perfectly when she raised her hands, and showed off that delicate little waist. Gael could probably feel the warmth of her skin when he wrapped his hands to hold that lithe frame, the pretty frame of the other would probably fit perfectly in his grasp–

The interview was still live, and before Arabella could react, her name was already trending, accompanied by headlines that labeled her as an impostor, an ambiguous woman, playing both sides. "Arabella , damn it... what's wrong with Fernando?" Pandora murmured, nervous, looking around. A group of Eduard's female admirers, who until recently had been quietly enjoying their tea, stood up abruptly when they recognized her. "Arabella Hopkins !" one of them charged furiously. "Tell me, whose side are you on?" Arabella stood motionless, fighting to control her rage. "You're a whore! Having two men at the same time? If you mess with Eduard, you mess with us," another one snapped, raising her fis

Everly said turning around and climbing the stairs. "Go straight to bed" Kieran shouted after her. "I will" Everly shouted back. On her way to her room, she stopped by Arabella's room and checked in on her. She saw her sleeping soundly on the bed. "Sleep tight Ara," she said before going to her room. Arabella woke up by six am and took care of herself. She put on a plain black dress with long sleeves and three-inch gold shoes. She did a little mild makeup. She packed up her hair into a neat ponytail. She held her important documents and took her handbag.