Arabella Chi Age Novels & Stories

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”.

As the doorknob turned, the group was stunned to see a girl who could have been Aria's double enter the room. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Arabella," I announced with a grin. "This is who you saw on that tape. Not Aria." Arabella had nearly the same chestnut brown, shoulder-length hair, and the same slight build as my mate. Their facial structures were also strikingly similar, and from the back, it would be nearly impossible to tell them apart. However, when viewing Arabella up close, it was of course obvious that she was not Aria, even if Aria hadn't been in the room. They were not twins, not even close.

Emily said as Ian was removing his shirt and Emily was ogling his hard chest. "And you want me as much as I do," he said as Emily smiled. Then, they were removing each other's clothes in record time before Ian was showing her one thousand and one wicked ways to please them both all night. ***** Arabella was looking at the ledgers of the Niapachad Island before she sighed as she was pinching her nose bridge. The issue with the rebellions and the resistance was making her feel like she was old enough to be a grandma when she was only 25 years old.

PRESENT * Arabella tried her best not to cry in front of him after learning that he was getting married to that model. She was already getting frustrated with the coincidence that she observed after drawing a 3D star. She wanted to destroy his whole room in anger, but instead, she walked out only to hear his parents discussing when to tell Wylder about his marriage with Tiara. The next thing she knew, she ran back to the room and destroyed every single thing that she felt would be useless or could be fixed.

But she decided not to think too much. "Okay" she smiled before leaving. Alone in the penthouse living room, Elara observed her surroundings. Everything was warm toned and gave a fresh feeling, it showed the presence of a woman. Arabella's pictures lined the walls and on a floating shelf were all her awards organized in order. Starting from her first award since her debut at eighteen years old. "Miss Elara," Arabella's voice drew Elara's attention. "Just Elara is fine" Elara smiled politely, taking the cutely organised tray from her hands.

I reply. “So you’re 19,” she says, her tone almost condescending. I raise an eyebrow. “That’s how age works, yes.” The tension thickens instantly. Arabella presses on, undeterred. “Jace is 28.” Is she trying to make a point? “Right,” I say dryly. “So, do you want to know how old he was last year, or have you figured out the concept of time?” Jace snorts and looks down, amused. A random shopper walks between us, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere, whistling as he splits our tense group.

I wonder helplessly. Just then a knock sounds at my door, and a familiar scent finally reaches my nose. Arabella pushes inside a moment later, but she looks older than I remember. Yesterday she was a girl of eighteen, now she appears to be in her late twenties. “Arabella? What’s going on, where are we?” “You don’t remember?” She asks, her brow furrowing in confusion. “You must have hit your head even harder than I thought.”Reaching up to my temples, I feel for an injury but find none. “What are you talking about?”

"The age gap" Arabella had tried not to let the age gap between them bother her, she knew others around them would definitely bring it up and make her think about it. She shrugged as if her words had no impact on her. "There is nothing wrong with a ten year age gap" Arabella said finally taking a sip of her soda. It was gradually losing its taste because she had stirred it around so much. "That's what you say now until you both have to make real essential decisions and he is doing so like an oldie that he is. Yes, he is handsome and hot to look at not to date" Chole said.

"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.

Arabella shrugged his hand off her shoulder violently and looked him deep in the eyes. This made the devil smile as this was one of the things he loved about her. Other girls and women didn’t last long before their spirit broke but here she was even after four years still being strong. She was a fighter and he had to give it to her. “You know your family has forgotten about you a long time ago so why do you still fight your fate when it is bound to me?” he asked her. Arabella didn’t show any expression on hearing him mention her family. She had given up on them over three years ago.