Arabella Black Novels & Stories

She radiates the energy of a person who has spent her entire life surviving things that would destroy anyone else. Thick black curls tumble down her back in a wild mass all the way past her thighs. My own curls feel embarrassingly tame by comparison. We share enough similarities for my stomach to twist. The restraint is unsettling. I get the distinct impression that Vaela exists in a permanent state of choosing not to rip people's heads off. The patience she possesses paper thin. I understand why Raulf gave me etiquette lessons in the hallway. This isn't an Alpha who demands obedience because she's insecure. This is an Alpha who knows exactly what she is and doesn't need to prove it.

Only me, Father, and Mother knew about her, so it was easy to come up with a fabricated background of Avalia Lunne, the Lost Lunne Heiress. I finished creating her backstory. I needed to brief her about it. I went out of my room and saw her in the kitchen. She was busy preparing dinner for the two of us. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, and it looked beautiful and modest on her. I felt a hot sensation all over my body so I breathed deeply, keeping my composure calm. It was weird that I wanted to bite her along her neck, mark her as my mate. But who in werewolf's name still does that today? We already lost our glands hundreds of years ago.

Tall, dark long brown hair reaching an inch or two above her glories round ass, beautiful baby doll like hazel eyes are framed with think black lashes and fuck me she has full pouty fucking lips with a slim figure, she's pure fucking sin and I'm about to confess, she's pure fucking perfection she's fucking stunning. "Hello earth to assholes" Arabella scuffs as she snaps her fingers in-front of us a few times to get our attention and affectively pulls all of us out of our zoned-out state. It's then in that moment that I see that my brothers are all enamored by her as well and this could possibly end with all of us on our asses when she turns us down or on our knees ready to kiss the fucking g

Just a quiet, unshakable certainty, as though he’d announced a merger and not a marriage. Arabella realized, distantly, that her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had spent her whole life being the daughter no one chose first. The one who stood at the edges of galas while her sister stood in the light, the one who’d learned to make herself smaller in rooms that already had no place set for her. She had built something like peace out of being overlooked. And now Adrian Blackwood—cold, controlled, twenty-nine years into a life that answered to no one—had just made her the single most visible woman in the room.

long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob. "I have too lilith. I can't let Abaddon steer us all to the Galats. " "And your ruling? " "you can do that for me can't you big sister?" "Don't listen lilith. get her over to me." growled Abaddon. "Bye." responded Hecate flying up the alleys with her brown wings building a shield to avoid scratches. "go get her." screamed Abaddon to his men as they all turned in to there wings. lilith though stayed still smirking at herself as she watched them go up the streams. when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground.

Mother trails off, memories of seven years ago racing through her as she blinks back the tears threatening to flow down her eyes. “I'm so sorry to hear that…” “It's fine,” Mother interrupts. “What's the name?” “Bella. Bella Portillo.” “Japanese?” “American.” “Are you married?” She demands, and I shift uncomfortably, hoping she reads the message. Arabel let out a light smile before replying. “No, I am not.” Silence ensues as they both watch each other. I am about to break the awkward silence when she suddenly says. “My birthday is in two days, I would like to invite you. Will you come?”

Jasmine said. “The Alpha will know, and he will give me the ultimate punishment. I have to do it myself Jasmine,” Ariana paused. “I'll have to do it or he will take my son forever.” ***** BRAD This cannot be a coincidence, Arabella had never been to the Library lately, if she had, there's little chance she had chosen the book about the Monogroth. The painting staring back at me is more picturesque than the one in that book, almost as if it needs a breath to come to life.

Rosetta took a chair in front of him and Arthur looked at her, Oliver was looking at the moon through window but his ears were on them. "Arabella is her real name, she didn't lie about it but she wasn't any innocent or a minor when she met you. Her age was twenty at that time and now she is twenty five, She is trained in R agency since childhood, It's true that Leonardo hired her to kill you. And her uncle Brian was nothing but her senior, everything was a trap for you two... Now, Arabella is one of the strongest fighter in the agency." "Is she class A fighter like Mom?"

“It’s just… I don’t feel right about this. After everything that happened, why deal with that family again?” What she really wanted to say was: Don’t let Celine back into your life. That woman would seize any excuse to get close to him. Arabella knew her type—especially after that scene at the Lovely boutique. Celine was cunning and manipulative. She got what she wanted, no matter the cost. Harry turned to her, locking eyes for a moment. He cursed inwardly. Why does she have to look that good in pajamas? Arabella was wearing a short, soft pink satin pajama set. Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, revealing her long, fair neck. Harry swallowed involuntarily.

It was our sanctuary, a place that held precious memories, so it felt right to add one more significant moment to the list. Before I knew it, the night of Kate’s Beta ceremony had arrived. And with it, a new wave of excitement for the entire pack. This was a special night for everyone, as it would also mark the opening of the new Spring Lake Pack house. Arabella had chosen a stunning black dress for the occasion. It clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and enhancing her natural beauty. The dress featured a daring slit that ran up her leg, adding a touch of elegance and sophistication to her look. Her hair was left loose, cascading down her back in soft waves, and a d