Arabella Kennedy Novels & Stories

And Leonard— He looked genuinely happy. Arabella’s gaze lingered on the photo for a long time. Then slowly drifted toward Elena, sleeping peacefully nearby. The little girl shifted softly in her sleep. Arabella walked over and gently lifted Elena into her arms. Her gaze returned to the photo on her phone screen. And for the first time since leaving London— Arabella no longer wanted to return as Leonard Ashcroft’s wife. What she wanted now… Was simply to destroy that name. Arabella kissed Elena’s head softly before whispering—

"I didn't mean for it to be dramatic. But you have to understand something, Seraphina. She's my daughter. I get to decide when and how she sees her father." A wave of nausea surged through me. I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. All I could do was watch as the two most dangerous women in my life set the stage on fire. Sera's voice dropped to a warning. "And what exactly are you here for, Arabella? Because if it was just for Killian to see her, you'd have called first." Arabella tilted her head. There it was...that smile. The one she wore when she was about to detonate a bomb.

Madison said and thy clink their glasses together •••• ≺𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔾𝕆ℝ'𝕊 𝕀𝕊𝕃𝔸ℕ𝔻≻ Annabella sighed out and sat down on her bed,she decided to check her phone that has been buzzing for a while. She opened the countless messages and her eyes widened,they are from Thadeus and he just invited her on a date,not just a date but a dinner party at the president's house!!!

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?”

His luna Ciara looked at me with so much scorn that I knew she must have had a history with Keith. "Good evening Alpha Keith," Alpha Abraham said and smiled at me. He did not greet me. He felt too important to greet me, and it was okay. I did not care, really. As long as Keith was beside me, I was okay. "Don't you know how to greet?" He asked Abraham, and the man stopped smiling and looked at me. "Meet Scarlett Vladislav, my future luna Alpha Keith said, and I was in shock. I could not say anything. I was speechless on the matter. I felt his hand on my thigh. He had made his intentions towards me known to the world.

“Arabella Hart” Alex replied “Twenty two, Omega. Lives with her father and stepfamily in the north district” I frowned slightly but said nothing. “No registered mate, no criminal record. Works part time” I listened, still saying nothing. “Nothing notable on paper but…” he paused. “She was at the succession ceremony last night” That caught my attention. “Go on” “She was involved… with your nephew” he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead”

Arabella stormed into Kael’s office, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. Her usual poise was shattered, replaced by unrestrained anger. I stood just outside, hidden by the shadows of the dimly lit hallway, heart pounding in my chest. “How could you do this to me?” Arabella’s voice trembled with rage. “You humiliated me in front of everyone! I was your fiancée—” Kael barely glanced up from the glass of whiskey in his hand. His expression remained unreadable, his voice cold. “You were a convenience, Arabella. Nothing more.”

Rosetta took a chair in front of him and Arthur looked at her, Oliver was looking at the moon through window but his ears were on them. "Arabella is her real name, she didn't lie about it but she wasn't any innocent or a minor when she met you. Her age was twenty at that time and now she is twenty five, She is trained in R agency since childhood, It's true that Leonardo hired her to kill you. And her uncle Brian was nothing but her senior, everything was a trap for you two... Now, Arabella is one of the strongest fighter in the agency." "Is she class A fighter like Mom?"

But she decided not to think too much. "Okay" she smiled before leaving. Alone in the penthouse living room, Elara observed her surroundings. Everything was warm toned and gave a fresh feeling, it showed the presence of a woman. Arabella's pictures lined the walls and on a floating shelf were all her awards organized in order. Starting from her first award since her debut at eighteen years old. "Miss Elara," Arabella's voice drew Elara's attention. "Just Elara is fine" Elara smiled politely, taking the cutely organised tray from her hands.

His mental health has already become a topic of public discussion, and that would be terrible for him. “Uh…I–I’m just wondering how much longer we have to wait for this…” The door creaked open. Whatever he was saying drowned into nothingness. His eyes flew wide, his breath stopped. Arabella stood in front of the door in a beautiful knee-length brown gown. She wore a cream heel and a matching purse, her hair styled on her signature sleek low bun. Her eyes were bright, her sharp gaze darting around the men and women seated around the table staring back at her in utter disbelief.