Arabella Kennedy Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Arabella Collins, right?" Arabella nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I am Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Arabella smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

“That wasn’t what you wanted, was it?” Arabella shook her head and smiled slightly, already feeling comfortable with the old man. “Arabella,” called Maria as she came down from the back of the bar. The sound of her full name on someone’s lips other than her brother’s gave Arabella pause. She was used to thinking of herself as Arabella-somehow she’d always managed that. And Cassius calling her Arabella was just natural. But everyone else, for years and years, had called her Bella. Somehow that nickname had been easier, as if Arabella had died with her family and Bella had been born. But now, people wanted Arabella back. She was just afraid that person was gone.