Arabella Chi Age Novels & Stories

"So, how old are you two?" I asked, placing my clothes in the cupboard. I had a freaking closet back home... "Nineteen" they replied at the same time. "What about you?" Blake asked. Curious now, are we? "Twenty." I replied making both of them smile. They don't get tired of smiling do they? "Enzo is twenty two, Arabella is twenty four." Antonio said to which I nodded even though I didn't ask but it's good to know.

Arabella was very apologetic to the woman as she bowed. “Don’t you know who I am?” The woman seemed to be her age but she sounded like an arrogant brat. Arabella looked at the girl and her eyes widened. She knew her. The girl is a crown holder of the most prominent international beauty pageant. “I’m very sorry, Ms. Chelsea McBride.” Arabella bowed as she expressed her sincere apology. “If you are really sincere with your apology, then kneel.” She spoke in a bratty commanding tone. Arabella was taken aback. She seemed so nice and approachable on the television. She didn’t expect that Ms. McBride is a total bitch in person.

Fifteen Years Ago Arabella was twelve years old when her father married Patricia Hart. Her mother had been dead for two years. And now her father had found someone new, with a daughter her own age. "Arabella, this is Vanessa," her father had said, his hand on the shoulder of a girl with sharp eyes. "She's going to be your sister now. Isn't that wonderful?" Vanessa looked at her from head to toe, accessing her. "Hi," Vanessa said, without warmth.

Rosetta took a chair in front of him and Arthur looked at her, Oliver was looking at the moon through window but his ears were on them. "Arabella is her real name, she didn't lie about it but she wasn't any innocent or a minor when she met you. Her age was twenty at that time and now she is twenty five, She is trained in R agency since childhood, It's true that Leonardo hired her to kill you. And her uncle Brian was nothing but her senior, everything was a trap for you two... Now, Arabella is one of the strongest fighter in the agency." "Is she class A fighter like Mom?"

Regretfully, I was the poor victim now. My feet paused right outside the door when I heard Arabella’s squeaking voice, saying, “You should tell her how you’ll miss her, instead you’re on about seeing the face of your grandchildren. You shouldn’t have too many dreams, Mama.” “Ara’s right. I’m eighteen and I got married yesterday.” There was a hint of resistance in Mariella’s voice, which I had almost thought she wasn’t capable of. “You’ll be nineteen in a few months. I had you when I was nineteen,” their mother, Fiona, added.

He had a sexy model. She was more beautiful and sexier than Giselle. She was young—about to turn twenty-two soon. Giselle is twenty-seven. She is old and... God, he even remembered her age. Stop thinking about her, Xavier. Stop being a fool. Focus on what was in front of him. Arabella is young and hot. She is better than Giselle. Way better. He kept saying that to himself. A sound from outside took his attention toward the door.

I followed her footsteps. Arabella kept walking enthusiastically as she glanced at me with a happy face. "Maybe." She gave an ambiguous answer as she watched her footsteps that left footprints along the wet sand she walked on, and then she looked back at me while tucking her hair that was covering her face because of the wind. As she did so, I wanted to touch her and tuck the hair behind her ear. "This is my first time coming to the beach." I was stunned, looking at her in confusion. "You're 21, Arabella. What have you been doing all this time?" I was increasingly curious about what kind of life this girl was living.

“And he’s going to help you because—” “Because he’s been trying to take me to dinner for two years.” Cressida put her glass down. “That is so gross.” “I know.” “He’s literally older than your father.” “By four years, yes.” “And he’s married.” “Do you want to hear the plan or not.” “God,” Cressida said, shaking her head. “You really are a devil. Go on” Arabella pressed the call button. “Now that’s a voice I haven’t heard in a while” His voice came through immediately, low and wet with satisfaction. “My favorite girl. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me, sweetheart.”

She didn’t press, only said gently, “Good morning, tesoro. This is Aria, she will attend to all your needs.” My gaze shifted to the girl. She looked as though she was in her mid-twenties. She was like me. I wondered what she had done to end up working here. “Good morning, Signora,” she said softly, bowing. “I’ll leave you two now,” Chastity murmured, casting one last look at me before she slipped out. “What do you need my help with, Signora?” Aria asked. “How old are you?” The question left my lips before I could stop it. A small smile touched hers.

I needed to hear her out, to understand why she kept such a monumental secret from me. Arabella, lowered herself slowly onto the step she was standing on. "Leo," she began, her voice shaky, "when I was a kid, maybe seven or eight, my mum and dad told me I was going to be a sister. And I was so excited. I’d finally have someone to play with, to share secrets with." I watched her, my heart aching as I saw the pain in her eyes. She swallowed hard, continuing her story.