Arabella Black Novels & Stories

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

They all thanked me and rushed off. That’s when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around to see Jax walking towards me with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She had long black hair with those big soft bouncy curls. The bluest eyes in the universe, holy hell. Skin tanned perfectly which made her eyes pop even more. She was a little taller than me, my guess was around five foot seven…ish. Give or take an inch or two. From what I could see, this woman was built like a shit brick house too. “Holy hell Jax. Is this her? Is this Tora?!” I asked getting all excited like the kids did for ice cream.

Tessa was barely standing upright when she felt a hand land across her face. Smack! The force of the slap sent her stumbling backward, nearly crashing into her car. Hot tears instantly filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She stared at the woman in front of her in stunned disbelief. Before she could even ask what she had done to deserve such treatment, Diane—Black’s mother and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack, spoke first. Her large green eyes held nothing but disgust as she glared at Tessa. “What the hell are you doing here?”

"Mireya is his wife, and that is where the matter ends. You will not contact them to cause trouble again." A heavy silence descended on the room. Then, slowly, a malicious smile spread across Arabella’s lips. It wasn't a smile of acceptance or defeat. It was something entirely unhinged. "I don't think you understand me at all, Dad," she said softly. George’s expression hardened. "Then make me understand." Arabella tilted her head slightly, her grip tightening around her smartphone. "I am not done with her. Not yet." At that exact moment, her phone screen lit up the dim room with a bright flash. A new notification appeared. A message. She glanced down at the text, reading the brief update. An

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: “You,” I breathe, rooted in place out of fear and shock. The last time I saw Arabella, she was sneering at me, a kind of viciousness in her eyes that no ten-year-old should have. When it came to her appearance, Arabella inherited our father’s dark looks, her skin a beautiful olive shade, her eyes a sharp green, and her hair black as a raven’s, falling to her waistline like a waterfall. As a child, she was cute, but as an adult, she’s gorgeous. Her cheekbones are sharp, her eyes almost catlike. She has lost all her chubbiness, her figure slims like a model’s.

"I owe you nothing Jack, and neither should I be grateful for dating a stupid ass idiot like you who can't make a success on his own but rather uses others' success" Arabella was done for and she doesn't wish any more to belittle her. She is ready to take the bull by the horns even if it means she will end up getting injured in the process. "As expected of a prideful lady, you think everything is at your service and will always come running to you" He snorts in the water, " I guarantee no one will love you for you, it will always be about your money. Mark my words " He turns and leaves with a victorious smile plastered on his lips at the sight of Arabella's expression.

So, this scent can only mean… “I hate it when people get comfortable in my position.” Isabel’s breathtaking voice said from behind him, clearing his suspicion. He swirled the chair around and came face to face with his beautiful mate. Her skin was smooth and spotless, free from any kind of cut or injury and perfectly tanned like the first time he saw her. Her black silken hair was neatly tied in her signature ponytail, while she gazed at him with her enchanting caramel orbs. After recovering from his surprised and speechless state, Dylan stood in front of Isabel in a flash, holding onto her hands, hoping deep down that this time he wasn’t seeing an imaginary Isabel.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance