Arabella Black Novels & Stories

"I said I'd be there in a second! I'm not ready!" "Too late," said Isaac. "I told you when we'd be here, and we're late as it is. Lavinia, this is Arabella. Arabella, Lavinia." Arabella straightened up from where she was crouched. Her hair fell in soft icy waves around her face, longer even than Lavinia's. She was beautiful, her large dark eyes circled with thick eyelashes and topped with prominent eyebrows. As she looked at Lavinia her face broke into a smile, nearly identical to Isaac's. She pranced forward, moving with a dancer's grace. She measured a few inches shorter than Lavinia and her beauty was enhanced by her gaze up through her lashes.

ARABELLA My body froze. I can feel my breathing slow down as Alpha Ronan's words slowly sink in. “Of course I know you, Arabella," he said, clearing my confusion. "You were from the neighboring territory. A Luna of Blood Fang Pack. Wife of Adrian Voss,”

“You should be grateful we are helping you.” Arabella stood perfectly still for several seconds. Then, without turning around, she answered softly: “Yes, Mother.” She left before they could see the tears finally escaping down her cheeks. That night, rain continued falling endlessly outside her bedroom windows. Arabella sat alone near the fire dressed in her black mourning gown, staring blankly at the packed trunks surrounding the room. Everything she owned now fit into a few wooden cases. How strange life was. Three years ago she had left this house as a bride.

She holds a thick leather-bound folder against her lap. "Mother, Father, please," Arabella says, smoothing her jacket with a smug smile. "Order Whitmore only reviews the top five percent of strategic proposals in the city. I've spent months verifying the transit routes through the Blackveil Quarter. This paper will prove I am ready to take over the enforcer divisions." Her eyes shift toward the staircase, landing straight on me. Her smile sharpens into something wicked. She stands up, tucking her folder under her arm, and strutting toward me with fake concern dripping from every word.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

"Are you working now, Bella?" Arabella was silent. I heard her take a shaky breath on the other end of the line but answered firmly. "That's right, I'm now working from my earnings." "What do you do?" I asked again. Arabella's answer would determine whether she could continue with her job or if I would terminate her from it myself. That girl can only have the best of the best, nothing less. "I don't want to hear that you're just a regular staff at cafes or other franchises that serve customers directly."

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Still, I had no desire for her to believe that I was the worst kind of creature those people at the auction had warned her about. So I kept my hands at my sides. "The next time I hear any of you speaking about her that way, I will make certain you regret it and thank me for it.” My words were quiet. That made them more effective. The servants nodded so quickly that it was almost amusing. "What exactly is going on here?" I stiffened. Arabella. I slowly turned. She stood at the far end of the corridor. Her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders. She wore a simple morning dress, and despite having only just woken up, she looked far more composed than she had the previous night.

Arabella POV "Mom are you serious?!" I asked my mom in a very enthusiastic tone. "Yup sweety! So you be good in your senior year and I can promise you, We will send you to the school of your choice!" She said while she hug me. I have a very loving and supportive parents. I used to get what I want but in return of doing something good and they will reward me. I am A+ student and proud to be a nerd. Those classic big rim round eye glass? Wearing only simple sweater and jeans, no make up just natural, yes that's me people!.

Chapter 1 Little Arabella Arabella I'm Arabella Harrison,and seated at the other end of my room is my great-grandmother. , today I'm going to be presented to the white crystal goddess in order to be chosen and blessed as the next great white wolf and alpha of our pack.