Arabella Kat Novels & Stories

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: “You,” I breathe, rooted in place out of fear and shock. The last time I saw Arabella, she was sneering at me, a kind of viciousness in her eyes that no ten-year-old should have. When it came to her appearance, Arabella inherited our father’s dark looks, her skin a beautiful olive shade, her eyes a sharp green, and her hair black as a raven’s, falling to her waistline like a waterfall. As a child, she was cute, but as an adult, she’s gorgeous. Her cheekbones are sharp, her eyes almost catlike. She has lost all her chubbiness, her figure slims like a model’s.

Letta let Freya play with the other servants, while she and Arabella immediately discussed the issue they had previously talked about at Helena's house. "I've got it," Arabella said, causing Letta to stare at her with sparkling eyes. "So quickly?" Letta asked, to which Arabella nodded. "It's not a difficult matter for me," Arabella said, placing some photos in front of Letta, who glanced around, looking for any guards who might be watching them, but everything seemed safe. "Is this really the man named Abian?" Arabella asked, making Letta look at the photos, then nodding.

At the end of the corridor they saw Ania, the elegant woman they met at the first dinner, she is the daughter of Sheikh Toyyib and her daughter Arabella was squatting, they were talking about something. "Hello. Princess, how are you?" Remus asked politely to the two women dressed in black and pink. Arabella is a two-year-old child with curly hair. "Hello... You are so beautiful." Remus said to little Arabella. The girl laughed showing her teeth that had grown and white. "My name is Remus, and this is Sandro," Remus said to the little girl in front of him. "Arabella.... your wife has the same name right?" Ania asked Remus.

"To give you quality time." Willow found he couldn't control himself, he couldn't say no to that offer. Somehow the scent was controlling him. "Okay." Arabella led the way to one of the darkrooms owned by the club. She came here to see if she could catch a fish and luckily for her, she caught a very big one. *****

"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.

The third paces aggressively, movements jerky and twitchy like he’s physically restraining himself from attacking someone. Corrian stands opposite them perfectly calm. Which is no surprise as that man could probably negotiate hostage situations while moisturising. I edge closer carefully, hidden partially behind the balcony railing. “You shouldn’t have brought her here,” Scarface snarls. My stomach drops because I can smell them, my apparently supernatural sense of smell detecting atoms on the breeze. My nose crinkles, it’s funky, and I recognise it from somewhere! Corrian’s expression doesn’t change. “She’s under my protection.”

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.

he said to Aria. She didn’t move. Didn’t listen. The man stopped a few yards away. His eyes Locked onto Aria. Not curious. Certain. “So,” he said slowly. “The storm lives.” Aria tilted her head slightly. “And you are?” A faint smirk. “Someone your mother would have warned you about.” Ryan’s stomach dropped. Aria’s expression didn’t change. “Try me.” The man’s gaze sharpened. Then “I am Kael Draven.” “And I do not kneel.”

"So, are you jealous of me or Shiro, Sean?" "Shiro." Arabella smiled, taking turns kissing me gently. "I had so much fun today. Thank you for letting me bring Shiro to your home, Sean." "No problem." I looked at Shiro, who was already on Arabella's lap and seemed to be curled up comfortably, feeling jealous again, but quickly poked the cat's nose to make him look at me. "I forgive you because you're beautiful, and Bella likes you, Shiro."

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.