Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

(Italian Translation: You are a masterpiece. “Arabella is my new personal assistant. Arabella, this is my cousin, Aurora.” He introduces. “Nice to meet you.” I say trying to get my face back. “Oh, sorry Arabella.” “Aren't you supposed to be in Los Angeles?” He asks, pushing her out of his office and leaving me there. From the conversation, I understood Mr. Varallo's female employees are not actually female employees. They are easy ways for him to get a hook up which explains why he won't stop giving me attention. I wonder what happens to them afterwards. He probably just uses them for the mean time.

“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.”

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

“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.”

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.

Joe approached with a big smile on his face, carrying a steaming tray of arrabbiata pasta. Arabella frowned. “I forgot to mention—hold the parsley.” I was surprised. “How did you know I can’t stand parsley?” Arabella gave me a funny look. “What kind of silly question is that? I have eyes. I can see.” I let out a wry smile. An incoming call from Patrick popped up on my mobile screen. I left the call unanswered until it disconnected on its own. Next, Arabella’s phone rang. With a chuckle, Arabella hung up on Patrick. “I guess he must have seen our press release about our new chief engineer. I never imagined I’d see him this shaken after years of nothing but arrogance.”

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.