Novel & Cerita Arabella Field Nude

Even the painting in the room was so beautiful. She kept looking at all the paintings until her eyes landed on a painting of a garden full of various colors of tulips and a girl standing in the middle, wearing hot pants and a red shirt. She had left her arms open and was looking at the sun, and all she could see was that girl’s back. Arabella touched that painting with her fingertips, “Beautiful.” Whoever had painted that was beautiful. Since she had nothing to do for then, she decided to sleep again. She never knew at which moment she would get back to sleeping on the floor. At the same time, someone knocked on the door.

Arabella tossed on the bed, her hand hitting something stiff and fleshy. She subconsciously ran her hand around it for a while then…stopped. Something didn't feel right. Arabella snapped her eyes open. Her whole body felt sore, her eyes tired. She looked to her side. Adrian was soundly asleep, his bare chest warm against her palm. Arabella panicked, quickly taking her hands away as she stumbled off the bed. But she realized she was stark naked.

Arabella just stared indifferently at Nicole’s hand for a while, and looked at Bill. She then quickly stood up and took off her bathrobe. Arabella’s white sexy body flaunted in front of them wearing only her bra and panty as her two-piece swimwear. “Sorry, but I am not interested on chit chatting. I am here for a swim.” Arabella smiled arrogantly and seductively strode forward to the water with full of confidence on her sexy body.

There was nothing that could go wrong, nothing at all. ……. Arabella narrowed her eyes on her image in the dressing mirror. She was glad in a dark green chiffon shirt and blue denim pants underneath them. She noticed how the jeans accentuated the shape of her hips, and the curve of her backside. The black flats on her feet were comfortable. Her hair was wrapped into a loose bun above her head. It was rough, yet sexy. Sexy. Arabella found herself blushing at the thought of the word. She wondered if her master would find her sexy. And if he did, would they get the opportunity to…

But Edwin— Edwin looked carved from strength itself. Heat rushed unexpectedly through Arabella’s body. She should leave. Immediately. Instead, she remained hidden behind the tree, unable to move. Edwin stepped closer to the water before loosening the rest of his clothing. Then she saw his thick fat manhood. “Oh lord she muttered under her breath” Arabella’s breath caught painfully. She had only ever seen one man unclothed before. And somehow this felt entirely different. Far more intimate. Far more dangerous. A strange ache curled low in her stomach as she watched him enter the water.

The interview was still live, and before Arabella could react, her name was already trending, accompanied by headlines that labeled her as an impostor, an ambiguous woman, playing both sides. "Arabella , damn it... what's wrong with Fernando?" Pandora murmured, nervous, looking around. A group of Eduard's female admirers, who until recently had been quietly enjoying their tea, stood up abruptly when they recognized her. "Arabella Hopkins !" one of them charged furiously. "Tell me, whose side are you on?" Arabella stood motionless, fighting to control her rage. "You're a whore! Having two men at the same time? If you mess with Eduard, you mess with us," another one snapped, raising her fis

Jonathan murmured in her ear, oily. Arabella nodded, not meeting his eyes, staring at their forms in the mirror. Mirror-Arabella’s face seemed to be decorated with blemishes, bruises a nasty vibrant shade of purple. Everything around her nose area seemed to be swollen. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Jonathan laughed in her ear. “For now, sit tight. We have to make you look pretty again, you look absolutely disgusting.” Good. That was something Arabella could work with. She was the best at looking defeated and simple when others were working around them, maybe she could gently talk to one of the workers and beg for them to help her–

Also, when he saw the dress for the first time, he saw her in it. He hadn't imagined anyone else's in it. "Now, take off all the last bit of clothes; I want to see all." Arabella hesitated; she gazed down at her feet as her hand went to undo the hook of the red lacy bra she donned, then slipped out of her panty. She stood in front of Sandro, stark naked and unsure of what to do. She flushed and covered her breasts with her hand as his eyes roamed over her. "You are well created, Tesoro," Sandro mumbled.

Arabella leaned forward again and picked up her phone. If he wasn’t answering then fine. There were other ways to pass the time. Her thumb tapped open social media. The app loaded instantly, and without thinking twice she typed a name into the search bar. The page opened. Arabella had been checking it often lately. Not obsessively. Just… regularly. A small, private habit she would never admit to anyone. Her finger slid down the screen. Flowers. Open fields. A video of someone playing guitar near a marquee. Arabella tilted her head slightly, studying the images.

The yard stretches out like an arena floor: a square of cement surrounded by high walls, bristling with barbed wire. The sky is gray, but the light is blinding. Women are sitting in groups, some laughing, some smoking, some watching. And in the center, the empty space. The one reserved for newcomers. I step forward. Murmurs rise like a chorus. — That's her… — The madwoman from the north. — The one who took another's face… — The fallen princess. That last word floats, heavy, almost sacred. I receive it like an invisible crown. A figure approaches.