Arabella Chi Age Novels & Stories

She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Arabella Collins, right?" Arabella nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I am Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Arabella smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she walked off, leaving behind her signature perfume and a trail of quiet vengeance. Arabella lowered her gaze, trying to collect herself, whispering under her breath, “I just want Dad to recover… not to start a war over his legacy.” Dr. Satria watched her for a moment, then sighed. “If that’s true, then show it. Not just in front of me—but in front of your family.” Arabella gave a faint nod, her chest still aching. She knew she couldn’t stay any longer. If she remained around Helena and Luna, she might explode again. So she walked away, heading down the corridor.

She said with a shaky voice, Arabella suffered a subtle speech impediment which developed as she now aged. Arabella is Lucian's aunty from his mother's side, she is a decade older than Megan and she's been around earth for over a thousand years, taking care of the family house. Just like Megan, she loves Lucian alot and would do anything for him owning to the fact that she had no child of her own and when she heard he would be coming to earth for the same mission as Lacian earlier, she decided to play along with Lucifer's time loop, promising Megan of his safety in her care. So, when she made mention of Lucian missing Lacian by a week, Lucian inferred what she'd sacrificed.

She cackles evilly. "That is not going to be possible," We laugh and joke for a while catching up on lost time. Arabella is the youngest and the stray child in our family, that is what our mother calls her. She detests staying in one place so she is always traveling from one country or continent to another, making the only times we see her two or three times a year, when she is feeling generous that is. "Do you still have your penthouse here? I'm going home with you but I'm not waiting here with you until you finish your work." I nod in understanding and agreement.

However, she nodded helplessly and said, “Mindy, I’m not here to pressure you. I just...” She did not finish. Mindy quickly nodded in understanding. “I get it, Lyla. You don’t need to be so polite to me. I know this matter has nothing to do with you.” Lyla sighed resignedly and nodded. “Sigh, I’m just really worried about Chiara. If we wait any longer, she’ll soon be thirty.” Thirty was stretching it. In fact, Chiara was only twenty-six years old. Mindy nodded earnestly. “Okay, okay. I got this. I’ll talk to Samuel about it again. After all, this child... Sigh...”

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

Kimberly listened silently. "Arabella is an energetic woman, a bit of a tomboy. I actually met her when we were young; she was four or five, and I was seven. I was kidnapped by one of my father's business enemies, and she helped me even though we were trapped by the kidnappers. We met again when I was 18 years old. I helped him when he was being harassed by thugs on the street. I thought our meeting would end at that point, but it turned out that he was one of the freshmen at the same university as me. We've been close ever since," said Danial, smiling as he reminisced about Arabella. "I think she's a good girl," Kimberly said.

"As far as I can tell, yes. I haven't noticed as many changes recently, but your early twenties do not really have many growth spurts. Surely you've experienced the same." "I am still a few months from twenty. But- Ok. So you aren't some sort of ancient predator." "No, that's my mother." He laughed, but he did not sound as jovial as he looked. "She has been around for much longer than she should have. Alone for most of it, and it shows. Most of our relatives wait to turn their kids, the usual age is eighteen. Arabella lasted as long as sixteen before mother got impatient."

Sandro stood beside Arabella's bed, her eyes closed and her breathing calm. He anxiously awaited the pack doctor, Mrs. Mabel, to finish examining her. The middle-aged woman with graying hair turned to him, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. "Congratulations, Alpha," she said excitedly. "Arabella is pregnant, and she's been in this state for about eight weeks now." "W-what?" Sandro stuttered, caught off-guard by the news. He wondered if he had heard her right and hoped she would repeat it.

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”.