Arabella Chi Age Novels & Stories

I asked, my brow raised at Frederik to confirm. Arabella is the daughter of another important figure in nobility. Aside from us, she owns the other castle in this town. Our families have been trying to get us together since we were little kids. I mean, I don’t mind it. At least for the physical part. She’s a model so there’s no doubt that she is my type, but aside from that, she has no actual substance. I don’t see myself having to live with her for the rest of my life pretending that I cared about her.

Maria asked, her slow, drawling accent and her wide, warm charming smile making it impossible to believe she was a vampire. Charming being the operative word to describe most vampires. Charm wasn’t a word applied to werewolves. At least, not the ones she knew. She refocused on her sister-in-law’s question. “I’m fine,” Arabella said automatically. She was so far from fine, but that would require her to reveal just how far away she was from the Arabella of the past and she wasn't ready for that ,at least not yet. “And Is the house working out fine?”

"I don't want to be a burden on you! I am old enough to earn. And it has nothing to do with you unable to provide for me or for us!" "Really? How old are you?" He probed. "16 and will be 17 in 6 months." "Exactly. 16 and a half. I don't want you to worry about anything Arabella. You just focus on your studies." He stated and I sighed. "But—" he cut me off "No buts Arabella. We will talk about this after you at least turn 17 okay?" I nodded my head but then remembered how the guy from earlier leaned onto me just to ask me to speak up.

“I find it deeply reassuring, personally.” “Why reassuring?” Arabella considered the question, turning it over honestly before answering. “Because for weeks I’ve watched you be extraordinary at absolutely everything—running board meetings, defending me from my mother, unraveling seventy-year-old family mysteries, being unbearably composed under pressure that would flatten most people. It’s nice,” she said, “to discover you’re just a person underneath all that. Someone who can lose spectacularly at cards and be genuinely annoyed about it, like anyone else would be.”

but you said I should apologize" confusion was written all over her face... " Yes I did, but you have to let her be for now...she also needs time to come to terms with what just happened today and you don't wanna push your luck, do you?" He asks and Zoe quickly shakes her head as she takes back her seat...she doesn't want to ruin her chances of being Arabella's friend again...Marcus was happy she listened to him as he looked down at her with a smile on his face. Zoe is eight years old and her friend Arabella is seven years old while Rowan is ten years old...

“Cook said to tell you dinner is ready and she is headed out the door. “ Arabella ruffled his hair again before she stood up, taking Lucas with her. “Is it that late already? You go ahead and go down. Let Thorn out before we eat. I’ll be down in a minute, I need to freshen up a little.” Arabella listened to Lucas whistle for the wolf hybrid as she walked to her bathroom. Thorn had been a god send to her when she was young and later when Lucas came along. Arabella looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. Time had not been unkind to her. She was only twenty eight though some days she questioned that. Her long black hair curled randomly around her shoulders and down her back. Long lashes

His dark and thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Arabella Rivera was the youngest daughter of Benjamin. She was currently 23 years old and was sent to her grandma’s house in Willow Town when she was three. She returned to the Rivera family at the age of 13 and went to California when she was 20. Other than the usual monthly living expenses, she could almost be considered an exile in the Rivera family. When Serenity and John Grant got married, he was invited to attend the wedding, but he did not see Arabella there. It seemed that she had already been sent away at that time.

“Why would you say that, she's only three of course she's going to shift. She's already got her claws and she's growing big.” “So big.” Ryan ruffles her hair, making her pout. “Curiosity here,” he raises his hand. “Who said, I mean how do you know Bella's age?” “Daddy, Uncle Aaron!” Arabella gasps, jumping up and down while she points somewhere I can hardly see wow, even a three year old has better vision than I do.

“Oh my, Arabelle, your dress is absolutely stunning! Is this from Louis Vuitton’s new Spring collection?” “This shade of pink suits you so well—it’s as delicate as cherry blossoms in full bloom!” “When did you get back to Miami?" “Arabelle, I heard you were unwell recently. Are you feeling better now?” Arabelle Bank, Dustin’s younger sister, stood at the center of a group of chattering socialites. Despite her young age, she commanded attention like a seasoned diplomat. At just eight years old, was already attending middle school,with kids four years her senior, her brilliance earning her a reputation as a prodigy.

Arabella had received advance notice of her visit and welcomed her in for tea. "Hello! I've been studying archaeology at Brackenhurst University. I spent about half a year as an exchange student before becoming an international archaeology student. Just graduated this year and currently working at the city museum. Heard a lot about you, quite the campus celebrity!" Arabella chuckled, "No need to be so formal. I accelerated, so even though I graduated early, I might be younger than you." Comparing their ages, surprisingly, Emily's birthday and Arabella's were on the same day, only a few hours apart.