Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

Mother trails off, memories of seven years ago racing through her as she blinks back the tears threatening to flow down her eyes. “I'm so sorry to hear that…” “It's fine,” Mother interrupts. “What's the name?” “Bella. Bella Portillo.” “Japanese?” “American.” “Are you married?” She demands, and I shift uncomfortably, hoping she reads the message. Arabel let out a light smile before replying. “No, I am not.” Silence ensues as they both watch each other. I am about to break the awkward silence when she suddenly says. “My birthday is in two days, I would like to invite you. Will you come?”

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

she added, rolling her eyes, “and I have to see Ms. Royal Bitch Mirabel daily because she’s the Luna of my pack.” Arabella chimed in, “What about me? My last boyfriend left me for a guy—he discovered he was into men while dating me. Oops. The one before that was an angel until I found out he was into very kinky stuff I’m not open to. And the one before that wanted to use me like an ATM while refusing to work. Shall I continue, or is the picture clear?” I glanced at Arabella, who was tall and toned, with long brown hair cascading down her waist, a beautiful face, and captivating grey eyes. She was talented, intelligent, and had the worst luck with men.

Letta asked again. "Don't worry, I just need to clap my hands, and he'll come here without anyone recognizing him,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately look at her with disbelief. "You don't believe it?" Arabella asked, looking at Letta's expression, making Letta just nod her head, and the next moment, Arabella clapped her hands, and somehow Abian appeared from among the displays of clothes that filled the glass showcases not far from Arabella. He was wearing a hat and inconspicuous clothing, making Letta squint.

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

"I said I'd be there in a second! I'm not ready!" "Too late," said Isaac. "I told you when we'd be here, and we're late as it is. Lavinia, this is Arabella. Arabella, Lavinia." Arabella straightened up from where she was crouched. Her hair fell in soft icy waves around her face, longer even than Lavinia's. She was beautiful, her large dark eyes circled with thick eyelashes and topped with prominent eyebrows. As she looked at Lavinia her face broke into a smile, nearly identical to Isaac's. She pranced forward, moving with a dancer's grace. She measured a few inches shorter than Lavinia and her beauty was enhanced by her gaze up through her lashes.

"Rough night? Mrs. Rodriguez, you’ve been distracted from the morning, is everything okay?" Arabella hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against the coffee cup. Zara was one of the few people she trusted the most, someone who had always been more like a friend and sister than an assistant. Finally, Arabella sighed and looked up at Zara. "Alright, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me you won’t panic and will not share it with anyone." Zara’s frown deepened as Arabella sounded serious. "Now you’re scaring me totally, whatever, I won’t panic and I won't say this to anyone, first tell me, what is it?"

Yet, he understood the stupidity of provoking Sandro. Arabella, meanwhile, displayed visible fear, but she struggled to conceal it beneath a facade of confidence. Despite Sandro's tightening grip on her, she let out a small giggle. "An actual monster calling a pure-hearted man a monster. That's the funniest thing I've ever heard."

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.