Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

As the headmistress prepared, I felt a tugged on my wrist and that's when I turned my gaze back to Killian, as he glances back at me and smiles, "Better read what your card says, babe. If it's archery then welcome to my grounds then," The card suddenly felt heavy in my hand, the weight of uncertainty keeping me tethered. Urging me with his words, I felt my hands moved and flipped the card back only to read the words that might answer all of my queries starting from the courtyard's haste that the booby girl has initiated on. ╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ Greetings from the Olympia's Cup, Ruby Fridays.

Then, suddenly, a blinding light emerged from Ari, waking up the two Tiger siblings. When the light dissipated, a beautiful lady with long white hair appeared, floated in the air, and softly landed on the floor. I suddenly pushed Macan's head down to prevent him from looking at her body. She was so beautiful that I couldn't help myself from blushing out of embarrassment. I tried to look away and remained in my position to prevent any misunderstanding. "It's such a relief! Lowell, I'm back," she muttered with her alluring voice.

"Your drink is ready, sir." The woman with long black hair gave the customer a glass of bluish green drink. The man reached out to take the drinks. Then took a slow sip of the cocktail, feeling a chill creeping through his throat. "This is amazing," said the customer to the bartender earlier. "I told you, didn't I?" The woman smiled. "Bella! Make some of your newest cocktail many of our customers like it," said the short-haired woman. Yes. The girl with long back hair was Arabella, or usually called Bella. Bella has beautiful eyes when you look at her, her skin is white and smooth like most women in general.

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?”

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

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”.

"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."