Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

“Cook said to tell you dinner is ready and she is headed out the door. “ Arabella ruffled his hair again before she stood up, taking Lucas with her. “Is it that late already? You go ahead and go down. Let Thorn out before we eat. I’ll be down in a minute, I need to freshen up a little.” Arabella listened to Lucas whistle for the wolf hybrid as she walked to her bathroom. Thorn had been a god send to her when she was young and later when Lucas came along. Arabella looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. Time had not been unkind to her. She was only twenty eight though some days she questioned that. Her long black hair curled randomly around her shoulders and down her back. Long lashes

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?"

"It wasn't Aria? Are you certain?" Arabella laughed heartily at the question as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever been asked. "Yes, of course, it was me," she replied, standing next to the computer screen and turning to display her profile so that the professor could compare her to the image. "See? It couldn't have been anyone but me!" Professor Higgins dutifully examined the photo and its subject and then nodded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

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

Flashback "I know something is up with you, Bell, spill it" Freya insisted. "What are you talking about? Everything is fine," Ara faked ignorance as she dipped the biscuit in her tea. Freya let out a sigh. "You still are a bad liar," she remarked, sipping on her coffee. "I don't know what you are.." "I know you, Arabella Garcia," Freya stomped her mug on the table. "

Arabella said, extending her hand to Cameron and smiling brightly. Cameron accepted the handshake but her blood is boiling at the unexpected outcome. She is his fiance? She asked internally. What the hell? "Arabella here is a celebrity model and the face of the company." Xavier said, making Arabella flip her hair proudly. Cameron smiled a little. "She will be featuring as well in your video." Xavier said, making Cameron’s smile to fall. "Excuse me?" Cameron asked. Internally. "Trust me, she will make your company trend." Xavier said, looking at Arabella.

Karin finally became curious about the identity of the woman Rey was having an affair with. "Mama definitely knows her; that woman is Arabella," said Ellen. Karin was very surprised; she clearly remembered and knew who Arabella was. The famous actress, Karin, also met Arabella when Karin was not close to Ellen before. Karin really didn't expect it and was shocked to find out that Bella was Rey's mistress and her son-in-law. "Okay, Mama will talk to Rey; Mama will help you and make sure that Rey can never divorce you, honey," Karin assured Ellen that she could help Ellen. Karin is very confident that Rey will definitely listen to her.

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–

Regina replied, “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I know your dates were full—” Arabella waved her hand. “Come on, you are my brother’s friend. I can do this for you. He never requests me for anything. As for other shows, today I had nothing planned, but I will be leaving for L.A. tomorrow evening. I have an important shoot. I should be there by now,but my brother came with a sudden request, and I could not say no.” Regina was shocked. “Abel asked you to help me?” Arabella laughed. “Of course! Aren’t you guys friends?”

Mira and the others exchanged glances before giggling under their breaths, as if Arabella was just a background character in their little boutique soap opera. “Rumor has it her husband’s sickly and mean,” Mira added with a provoking tone. Arabella turned around, locking eyes with Mira—not with anger, but with a strange, serene force. “Yeah. He is sick. And mean. So if anyone tries to hurt his wife, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight back.” The room fell silent. Electricity seemed to charge the air. A few customers began to enter, and Arabella greeted them with professional warmth. She helped them patiently, rearranged clothes, even fixed a gown that nearly slipped off a mannequin. Her hands were