Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

Is that why everyone assumes I'm Italian? I move on to the next one as fast as I could. 'Arabella Rossi grew up in Angel heart Orphan home in Florida.' They even managed to find out the Orphanage I grew up in? But I just told him yesterday. 'Arabella was seen most of the time with a girl name Amelia Jones; An Australian-' “What do you think you're doing?” A voice says causing me to look up.

merrissa chipped in and Nicki signed. " thanks to you all, and I will really miss you guys" Nicki said and hugged them. " I will miss you fairy" merrissa said " I will miss you mermaid" Naina said also " and I will also miss you my bestie and my roomie, the only gangster in LSH" silver said dramatically and Nicki slapped her arm. " ouch!! that hurt you know" silver pouted and they all laughed......

Elara cocks her head as a signal, requesting that I step away. My throat drags, swallowing my froth as I walk away from them. I don’t understand what she is trying to do but I trust her to handle her shit better. Gently, I move to the side. A position where I can get a better view of her and every little game she is up to. “Hi, Alpha Arthur, do you mind sharing,” a soft voice interrupted my thoughts causing me to jerk my attention to her. It was the pale-skinned lady. The one who is a best friend to Nova.

“I find it deeply reassuring, personally.” “Why reassuring?” Arabella considered the question, turning it over honestly before answering. “Because for weeks I’ve watched you be extraordinary at absolutely everything—running board meetings, defending me from my mother, unraveling seventy-year-old family mysteries, being unbearably composed under pressure that would flatten most people. It’s nice,” she said, “to discover you’re just a person underneath all that. Someone who can lose spectacularly at cards and be genuinely annoyed about it, like anyone else would be.”

And align the photo with Bella's photos on the table. "Tell me. Are Bella and the little woman in this photo the same person?"

Massive claw marks ripped through entire sections of the wall, as if someone had tried to erase whatever story had once existed there. Caleb noticed too. “That does not look encouraging.” Aria slowed beside one shattered carving. Her fingers brushed lightly against the damaged stone. The moment she touched it, the wall lit up. Ryan grabbed her arm instantly, but it was too late. Silver light spread violently through the carving, flooding the staircase in flashes of memory. A woman appeared. Not physically, but as a projection. She was tall, dark-haired, and wrapped in silver robes. Aria stopped breathing. Ryan felt the recognition through the bond immediately. It was instinctive, not learned

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

mother rolled her and sighed. The door creaked open and a wheel chair carrying GrandPa Musa rolled in with Faryah helping him. " I'll leave you all to it" mother said as she smiled assuring me that everything was okay. " Thank you Zainab" Faryahs' grand father said as she walked out smiling at them. " Faryah let go, go seat down" she was quite tall, skinny. She was wearing dark purple baggy pants with her cute socks and a baggy black shirt over her pants. She was wearing a purple Hijab. Her makeup was gone, she looked really beautiful, more beautiful, at least I wasn't stuck with a mute ugly bitch.

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.

"He’s targeting the people around me. He probably thinks because I’m getting married, I've gone soft." "He knows your history, Adrian," Nathan warned quietly. "He knows how you operate." "I know the history too," a soft, calm voice interrupted from the doorway. They both looked up. Arabella was standing there, leaning lightly against the frame of the double doors. She was dressed in a soft cashmere sweater, her hair pulled back, looking pale but entirely composed. There was no fear in her eyes, only the sharp, brilliant intelligence that had allowed her to reclaim her family’s legacy in the first place.