Arabella Figg Novels & Stories

Yet now, she sat here as if she had never been gone at all. “So you finally remember you have a mother.” “Why are you here?” he asked bluntly. Arabella rested her arm on the sofa, her eyes sharp as blades. “I came to see what kind of woman could make my son act so irrationally.” Her gaze shifted back to me, cold and contemptuous. “And now I’ve seen. Nothing at all.” Silas spoke immediately, his voice dropping dangerously low. “That’s enough.” Arabella arched a brow. “I’m only stating the truth. She’s lost her company, caught in financial scandal, stripped clean by her fiancé, her name dragged all over the media. A girl like that—what makes her worthy of the Vane family?”

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.

The Alpha of Passion. I think about it for a moment. "I don't see why not." Adrian raises an eyebrow. "What? I'm passionate." He leaves the name uncrossed. "What about Jasper. Alpha of Devotion?" Adrian muses. I bite my lip. Not an option. "He's been missing for years. There's no way that's even plausible," I tell him. The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

She turned to her side and glanced at her daughter. "Look after the Lady. I'll be right back." Rebecca said and quickly left the room. "Where are you going, Duchess?" Zita asked her but got no response. Rebecca quickly climbed down the stairs and hurried off to where Williams was. She stood at a distance and watched Williams. Thomas had kept an apple on the thief's head while Williams aimed his arrow at him. He let go to the fetching and shot the arrow. He flew close to the man's forehead and landed on the target-the apple.

And who was this new and older Arabella, leather-clad, toughened woman who stood in front of him now? You are looking great, he said as if he read her mind and he hugged her again. This time, she closed her eyes and hugged him back. God, she had missed him. “So this is your long-lost sister, eh?” Arabella glanced toward the elderly voice that sounded behind Cassius. Even though she’d only been to Cassius and his mate, Maria’s-bar once or twice since moving here, she recognized the elder man who spoke. An old, thin man with a bushy beard and watchful eyes. He sat on the same bar stool where she’d seen him the last time she was at the bar with a mug of beer in front of him and a cigarette betw