Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

Lord Elliot ensured that they would not be prepared for a major attack and gave them a high chance of taking over the kingdom. The long-awaited day has arrived. King Horux led his troops to raid at the appointed time. There was a great war that night. The Arabour Kingdom, which at that time was unprepared, had fallen into the hands of the enemy. Queen Eliza left with her two loyal maids, Anne and Hazel. When they just left the room, they were confronted by several soldiers of the enemy kingdom. Hazel decided to fight them with the sword in hand, while Queen Eliza and Anne fled. Carrying a baby, they fled through a secret royal passage that led to the Lordwood Forest. When they were about to

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

He was fully healed and active; even surprised to see that he had been unconscious and in a hospital bed for months. This was better for me as I didn’t want to see Craig’s face any longer. Now that Bruno was healed, I have no use for him and would get rid of him pretty fast. “Arabella?” I called as I knocked on her door. “Is anyone home?” The door swung open and Arabella showed up in an apron and messy bun. She was sweaty and smelling of floor and eggs, so I guess she was making something for the kids. When she smiled at me, my heart did a flip dance. Then she looked down and the smile slid off her face.

He knew my sister’s wrath was inevitable, and there wasn’t much he could do to change that. Not this time. Finally, the bell rang, and Arabella shrieked in delight, her little hands clasping mine. “Please, please let me open it!” she begged, her eyes wide with excitement. I chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead, baby." Arabella flung the door open with such enthusiasm that I thought she might tear it off its hinges. Standing there was my sister, Rose, looking as stunning as ever. At 5'8", with light brown hair that cascaded down her back in waves and a glowing, athletic build, she could have passed for a model. But instead of being intimidating, her warmth radiated as she leaned down to greet Arabe

Yet now, she sat here as if she had never been gone at all. “So you finally remember you have a mother.” “Why are you here?” he asked bluntly. Arabella rested her arm on the sofa, her eyes sharp as blades. “I came to see what kind of woman could make my son act so irrationally.” Her gaze shifted back to me, cold and contemptuous. “And now I’ve seen. Nothing at all.” Silas spoke immediately, his voice dropping dangerously low. “That’s enough.” Arabella arched a brow. “I’m only stating the truth. She’s lost her company, caught in financial scandal, stripped clean by her fiancé, her name dragged all over the media. A girl like that—what makes her worthy of the Vane family?”

“Well. She doesn’t have Sebastian. But he’s clearly not over her. What is it about her? She’s not that pretty. Not that smart. Not that—” “She’s nothing,” Arabella said sharply. “She’s a nobody from nowhere who got lucky. What the hell is so special about her? She’s plain. She’s broke. She wears flannel and smells like goat shit half the time. And still they both look at her like she’s the last piece of ass on earth.”

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.

And who was this new and older Arabella, leather-clad, toughened woman who stood in front of him now? You are looking great, he said as if he read her mind and he hugged her again. This time, she closed her eyes and hugged him back. God, she had missed him. “So this is your long-lost sister, eh?” Arabella glanced toward the elderly voice that sounded behind Cassius. Even though she’d only been to Cassius and his mate, Maria’s-bar once or twice since moving here, she recognized the elder man who spoke. An old, thin man with a bushy beard and watchful eyes. He sat on the same bar stool where she’d seen him the last time she was at the bar with a mug of beer in front of him and a cigarette betw

her face lit up in excitement “Er-erm No Miss Lodge” Harley shook her head, she herself was fascinated. She could do that now? Agility and speed is also come with this new power? “I need to tell the principal we’re making progress, I can’t wait for the competition” Miss Lodge hid her squeal before running off the field “What are you now…the flash?” Bonnie asked jokingly as she bent placing both hands on her knees for support “I guess” Harley shrugged and Bonnie flashed her a smile, “I’m Bonnie” she introduced herself