Novel & Cerita Arabella Kat

“Have you been in contact with this woman?” I eye him and his fellow officer, before looking down at the picture. And even though my stomach drops, I give little to no reaction. It’s Bella. “I’m not answering any of your questions without my lawyers.” He snatches the picture away. “Right. But you should know, Mr. Knight, that I came here directly out of respect for you. You have less than twenty-four hours to report to the station. If not I will seek out an arrest warrant and this will be an ugly experience for you.”

Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she walked off, leaving behind her signature perfume and a trail of quiet vengeance. Arabella lowered her gaze, trying to collect herself, whispering under her breath, “I just want Dad to recover… not to start a war over his legacy.” Dr. Satria watched her for a moment, then sighed. “If that’s true, then show it. Not just in front of me—but in front of your family.” Arabella gave a faint nod, her chest still aching. She knew she couldn’t stay any longer. If she remained around Helena and Luna, she might explode again. So she walked away, heading down the corridor.

(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.

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?”

Selene’s POV Arabella Winters is everything I am not: Tall, blonde and voluptuous, with an innate confidence that allows her to flourish in pack society. I sit across from her at a small table, a pair of cappuccinos sitting untouched between us. Big brown doe-eyes look me up and down, her face never revealing her thoughts. When she finally speaks, her voice is high and reedy. “Listen, I know things are really complicated with you and Bastien right now, and I just felt…” She pauses to search for the right words, “I saw how upset you looked last night and I just want to assure you that nothing happened between Bastien and me.”

Aurora asked with a grin "Answer my question first silly" Annabella snapped "The manager is not here babe,calm down" Aurora chuckled and Annabella sighed out "Gosh,thank goodness" She said "Why does that car look so familiar? Isn't that the new car the CEO of Classic four wheels just got?" One of waitresses said and everyone faced her "You mean Thadeus?" Another one asked "Exactly...but where did Annabella meets that bullionaire?!!" Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please"

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

Yeah, I don’t think I would want to sit with him after that. I was walking to the seat I was given, and this guy was still staring at me. Maybe he knows me from somewhere, or do I have something on my face? “You have the most epic green eyes I have ever seen.” I turn to say a pretty girl, I think I just got myself a nosy friend, I’m always nice to them but I keep my distance. “Thanks, I’m Justin.” I tell her, not to be rude. “I heard, I’m Aria.”

She demands, her tone cheerful. "Pardon my manners, Ms Patricia meet... " Ms Patricia shushed her before she could say the last word. " Let me hear from the beauty" she demands, all eyes on Arabella. " Hi, I'm Arabella " Arabella introduced, right hand stretched out for a handshake. " And who are you Zoe? " Ms Patricia pressed on. Arabella glances at Zoe and gulps down before answering. " A friend and roommate " she announces. " Best friend to be precise " Zoe elaborated, grabbing Arabella's shivering hands and giving them a light squeeze.