Arabella Black Novels & Stories

he mockingly remarked. Arabella gulped and firmly stated, “I’m desperate to save my father, and I’ll do anything, even take a risk like that.” Seeing the same lust flickering in his eyes while staring at her, she added, “Dare make another harassing move, and I’ll make sure the pain you experience next will make you unable to enjoy toying with your women!” Sebastian smirked and hummed. “You’re quite fearless, aren’t you?” “And you’re a pervert!” she spat, her frustration boiling over.

Arabelle Gwyneth heard two devastating news on her 18th birthday: That she was mated to ruthless Alpha Zach Blackwood and that he rejects her in front of the whole pack. “You’re weak, wolfless, and beneath me. I, Alpha Zach Blackwood, reject you.” But rejection isn’t freedom. Soon Arabelle’s abusive father sells her to Zach to settle his gambling debts, and she becomes his slave. He is cold. He is cruel. But also obsessed with her? His dark eyes follow her everywhere. His commands grow more possessive. And worst of all? The mate bond didn’t break. When wealthy Beta Simon Sinclair offers Arabelle escape, protection, and genuine affection, she finally has a choice. But

Her vision blurred. Her breathing grew shallow. Finally the wolves stepped back. They had done enough. The girl was broken. Half-dead. The pack slowly retreated into the darkness. All except one. The massive black wolf remained standing. The Alpha. His golden eyes watched the broken girl lying in the snow. The forest fell silent. ___________________________________ The black wolf stepped forward slowly. Aria barely moved. Blood soaked through her torn clothes. Her breathing was faint. Her silver hair was spread across the snow like spilled moonlight.

“That was humiliating, Bella. For both of us.” “I’m aware.” “Are you? Because you don’t seem particularly bothered.” Arabella turned slowly, her eyes cold. “I’m plenty bothered.” Cressida raised an eyebrow. “Could’ve fooled me.” Arabella’s nails dug into her palm. She wanted to scream. Instead, she walked to the window and stared out at the city, forcing herself to breathe. “You know what I don’t understand?” Cressida’s voice drifted across the room. “How she does it.”

Is that why everyone assumes I'm Italian? I move on to the next one as fast as I could. 'Arabella Rossi grew up in Angel heart Orphan home in Florida.' They even managed to find out the Orphanage I grew up in? But I just told him yesterday. 'Arabella was seen most of the time with a girl name Amelia Jones; An Australian-' “What do you think you're doing?” A voice says causing me to look up.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

He walked up to her again as she neared the black figure. Arabella was possessed; that was the only way he could explain what was happening. Everything happened so fast. One minute Blaze was staring at Arabella in front of the black figure; the next minute, they were going head-to-head. Blaze opened his mouth agape, watching in awe as she combatted with it. He didn't and had never imagined Arabella was this powerful and could fight until now. Staring at her, it felt as though he was seeing a whole new person.

His mental health has already become a topic of public discussion, and that would be terrible for him. “Uh…I–I’m just wondering how much longer we have to wait for this…” The door creaked open. Whatever he was saying drowned into nothingness. His eyes flew wide, his breath stopped. Arabella stood in front of the door in a beautiful knee-length brown gown. She wore a cream heel and a matching purse, her hair styled on her signature sleek low bun. Her eyes were bright, her sharp gaze darting around the men and women seated around the table staring back at her in utter disbelief.

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

There was nothing that could go wrong, nothing at all. ……. Arabella narrowed her eyes on her image in the dressing mirror. She was glad in a dark green chiffon shirt and blue denim pants underneath them. She noticed how the jeans accentuated the shape of her hips, and the curve of her backside. The black flats on her feet were comfortable. Her hair was wrapped into a loose bun above her head. It was rough, yet sexy. Sexy. Arabella found herself blushing at the thought of the word. She wondered if her master would find her sexy. And if he did, would they get the opportunity to…