Arabella Kat Novels & Stories

If I use magic, then I will get caught. [Unknown Number: You’re a useless piece of sh*t. Anyways, we are going to attack the pack to get our hands on that bitch. Tiara: Don’t be so quick to judge me. There is someone who is from the pack and will help your people. [Unknown Number: Who is that?] Before Tiara would have replied to that message, she got another message. [Unknown Number: Got that person’s message.] * Arabella took a deep breath and closed her eyes, recalling the faces of those monsters. It was definitely not a pleasant memory that she wanted to think about, but at the same time, she was stronger than this. Crying wasn’t an option.

Chapter 1 Little Arabella Arabella I'm Arabella Harrison,and seated at the other end of my room is my great-grandmother. , today I'm going to be presented to the white crystal goddess in order to be chosen and blessed as the next great white wolf and alpha of our pack.

There was nothing that could go wrong, nothing at all. ……. Arabella narrowed her eyes on her image in the dressing mirror. She was glad in a dark green chiffon shirt and blue denim pants underneath them. She noticed how the jeans accentuated the shape of her hips, and the curve of her backside. The black flats on her feet were comfortable. Her hair was wrapped into a loose bun above her head. It was rough, yet sexy. Sexy. Arabella found herself blushing at the thought of the word. She wondered if her master would find her sexy. And if he did, would they get the opportunity to…

she repeated again, each word punctuated. I tilted my head, studying her small frame. She was so tiny. Her wrists were still chubby, her cheeks round with softness. But the way she spoke... was so articulate. Still, she was too small to be five. Killian glanced at me. I could tell he was thinking the same thing. But before either of us could speak, we heard the telltale sound of stilettos on pavement. And there she was. Arabella. She strode towards us, her eyes locked on Killian.

Arabella asked excitedly. She turned to find Lucian coming their way. She tilted her head a little bit and saw Derick. When she caught his eyes, she winked at him with mischief sparkling from her eyes. Derrick shook his head at her antiques. She knows what Lucian is going to do now. Arabella is not a romantic person. She prefers drama and thrillers. Arabella, Lucian and Derick are a team. Lucian never opens up in front of anyone except Derick. While Arabella is a tomboy and a fun-loving girl. She is mischievous and very naughty. She is also his best friend.

The office was quiet except for the soft click of a keyboard. Arabella sat behind her desk wearing a navy dress that fit her well, and her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. Her eyes stayed on the spreadsheet in front of her as she was already working on a financial analysis for a new acquisition, even though the morning had barely started. Once, her phone vibrated. "Roman Vale has filed for paternity rights" is an unknown number. She gazed at the text, and her fingers stopped on the keyboard for a moment.

One of these people was his biological mother. He could possibly go talk to his biological mother. "She was fifteen when she had me," Cailen mumbled, still a little shocked. Eden thought for a moment as he stared down at the paper. Arabella Raven Coss was born May 23rd, 1971 and now lived in Doughnel, or at least that was her last known address. Arabella Freya Coss was born February 16th, 1976 and her last known address was in Hamdover.

Charlotte glanced at the approaching figure. It was the time for her session with Matt and she was already feeling drained. Not only the initiation ceremony was stressing her out but the fact that Azraiel won’t be here for two days was also putting a hamper on her mood. “Luna!” Matt bowed his head slightly. “Please, just call me Charlotte.” It was weird hearing it. Luna. “As you wish.” Matt smiled slightly. “How is Katya?” She hasn’t met her yet but Azraiel told her that Katya was now living in a cabin near Matt’s house.

“I find it deeply reassuring, personally.” “Why reassuring?” Arabella considered the question, turning it over honestly before answering. “Because for weeks I’ve watched you be extraordinary at absolutely everything—running board meetings, defending me from my mother, unraveling seventy-year-old family mysteries, being unbearably composed under pressure that would flatten most people. It’s nice,” she said, “to discover you’re just a person underneath all that. Someone who can lose spectacularly at cards and be genuinely annoyed about it, like anyone else would be.”

Arabella Maverick. "Arabella Maverick? So her full name is Arabella Maverick?" Anne asked, glancing briefly at her trusted aide before returning her gaze to the documents on her desk. The man nodded. "Arabella is the daughter of Mr. Jullius Maverick's brother.” Hearing this, Anne was very surprised. "So they have a family bond?" "Yes, miss. Legally, they have a close family relationship." Anne fell silent, a thin smile appearing on her beautiful face.