Arabella Kennedy Novels & Stories

kept it in by using the flashes on the camera. Held it under her mother's stone-cold glare. However, she broke here, in this gas station stall with a leaking pipe dripping close to her foot and paper towels all over the floor. Arabella took the pregnancy test she hadn't had the guts to discard out of her purse. Two nights prior to the wedding, she had secretly taken it. Two lines of pink. After the vows, she intended to tell Roman. following the kiss and after he would hold her hand and make a lifelong commitment.

“You should be grateful we are helping you.” Arabella stood perfectly still for several seconds. Then, without turning around, she answered softly: “Yes, Mother.” She left before they could see the tears finally escaping down her cheeks. That night, rain continued falling endlessly outside her bedroom windows. Arabella sat alone near the fire dressed in her black mourning gown, staring blankly at the packed trunks surrounding the room. Everything she owned now fit into a few wooden cases. How strange life was. Three years ago she had left this house as a bride.

he added addressing the ajar door. Arabella gently closes the door and puts on her seat belt. She pats her hair down and sits well. "Kieran I would just have to point this out. I have no gain in watching your parents fight. It makes me uncomfortable to think about and I hate watching it too" she said

******************************** Arabella lingered in the parlor only a few minutes longer. Just enough to exchange a few casual remarks, just enough to convince Rhea and Elias that nothing about the morning was unusual. The talk show host on television was now arguing cheerfully with a guest about something completely ridiculous, and Rhea had already dissolved into laughter again while Elias added his own sarcastic commentary. Arabella quietly pushed herself up from the arm of the couch where she had briefly perched. “I’m going to grab my laptop,” she said casually. Elias barely glanced away from the television. “Research for world domination this early?”

“If they ask about the marriage, you refer them to me.” “And if they ask whether we have slept together?” “You tell them it is none of their concern.” She almost smiled. “That answer is going to work wonderfully considering they already think we have.” My stare hardened. She walked to the door, stopped with her hand on the handle, and looked back once more. “For what it’s worth, Nikolai, I did you a favor,” she said. Her expression softened in a way that made my chest tighten. “Because now no one knows that Alpha Romanov rejected his mate, married her anyway, ordered her into his room, threw her out, then lost control and kissed her in hers.”

Arabella Tjan or Arabella Walters was indeed born as an independent, calculating, and highly perceptive individual. After getting married, she became a protective and possessive figure, doing everything that is best for her family, especially her son Samuel. This includes protecting Samuel from people with ill intentions.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

D. What made Arabella shocked the most was that the woman was none other than the wife of the powerful Senator Meyer and the mother of Trishia. A.D was not just an ordinary woman. Arabella heaved in frustration. Caught in complex thoughts, she felt her head was about to crack. How could her father have an affair with Trishia’s mother? Could it be, Senator Meyer had found it out and arranged the killing of her father? Or Senator Meyer, himself attempted to kill her father?

"I'm telling you that I'm the wife of Mr. Eduard Hostings, the president. Why don't you believe me?" The man looked at her with disdain and pointed toward the inside. "Sign in with the receptionist. She'll give you instructions. But, I hope you don't get me in trouble." Arabella smiled at him, innocently, and walked toward where he indicated. From a distance, the receptionist recognized her immediately. Everyone in the company knew who she was; after so many scandals her name had been involved in, it was impossible to ignore her. "Good afternoon, miss. I'm here to see Eduard Hostings. Could you announce me?" Arabella asked politely.

Rosella “You weren’t supposed to leave me like this. You had to protect me.” Leaning against the concrete tomb, I softly brushed my fingers against the name that gave me a sense of relief and happiness. Arabella Dankworth -- Beloved daughter and sister. “You know what, later I’ll be performing a surgery with the elite doctor. When I first attended the class, he used to talk about the project we’d do in the upcoming week but sadly it was cancelled due to the seniors present there at first.”