Arabella Kingsley Novels & Stories

“Yes, poor David. Last night he inadvertently made me aware of a weakness. One I did not know he possessed.” “Oh? You mean compassion and a caring for others?” Kevin says nothing. Alice continues. “Just what are you to David? Why would you want to find a weakness in him? Do you work for the Brethren?” Kevin cannot contain his laughter with the last question. “You’re a very inquisitive young lady.” “Don’t patronise me!” “I don’t work for the Brethren. On the contrary, I am trying to stop them just as much as David claims to be.”

Isabella hurriedly walked away, casting one last spiteful glance in my direction before disappearing into the crowd. "Thanks, Richie," Lily said to him, and he bowed slightly before walking away. He was clearly a werewolf, his movements too fluid and graceful for a human. "That is Mr. Kings' secretary at the office," Lily explained, and I nodded, absorbing this new piece of information. Richie exuded a quiet strength, a reliable presence within Xavier's inner circle. "Hello, dear," another voice greeted me, warm and friendly. I turned to see a woman with a kind face and an approachable demeanor. She wore a ring on her finger, signifying her status, and her eyes sparkled with genuine interest

PRESENT * Arabella tried her best not to cry in front of him after learning that he was getting married to that model. She was already getting frustrated with the coincidence that she observed after drawing a 3D star. She wanted to destroy his whole room in anger, but instead, she walked out only to hear his parents discussing when to tell Wylder about his marriage with Tiara. The next thing she knew, she ran back to the room and destroyed every single thing that she felt would be useless or could be fixed.

I pointed out the facts and Skyler just kept her head down, her hands were shaking, and although she was scared, she didn't beg for mercy. "My, Prince Imperial..." The voice of Charlotte Klammer, the head of the House of Carnation, spoke. "I know I'm not in my right, not in the first instance, but I'd like to suggest the punishment and if Your Highness thinks it's enough, accept it." I make a brief movement with my head so that she can continue speaking.

“He cannot spend one evening pretending to be almost human and then wake up the next morning deciding I need to be dragged through his estate because he suddenly wants something.” “I do not know what this concerns,” she said. “And that may be why you should go,” she said. “He did not tell me anything, but he looked angry and I don’t want this to get out of hand.” “You’re taking his side.” “I am trying to prevent this from becoming worse than it already appears to be.” That stopped me. “Appears?” Something flickered across her face and my anger shifted. “What happened?” “I do not know,” she admitted. “I know only that Alpha Romanov was very clear.” Yelena held my gaze. “He said you were to be

“Cook said to tell you dinner is ready and she is headed out the door. “ Arabella ruffled his hair again before she stood up, taking Lucas with her. “Is it that late already? You go ahead and go down. Let Thorn out before we eat. I’ll be down in a minute, I need to freshen up a little.” Arabella listened to Lucas whistle for the wolf hybrid as she walked to her bathroom. Thorn had been a god send to her when she was young and later when Lucas came along. Arabella looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. Time had not been unkind to her. She was only twenty eight though some days she questioned that. Her long black hair curled randomly around her shoulders and down her back. Long lashes

“Well. She doesn’t have Sebastian. But he’s clearly not over her. What is it about her? She’s not that pretty. Not that smart. Not that—” “She’s nothing,” Arabella said sharply. “She’s a nobody from nowhere who got lucky. What the hell is so special about her? She’s plain. She’s broke. She wears flannel and smells like goat shit half the time. And still they both look at her like she’s the last piece of ass on earth.”

Now, where should I go to uncover the secrets of the mysterious Arabella? "But, Your Highness!" she suddenly squealed, as if remembering something important. "I know that there's only one person very close to the king. Maybe she can help you." Wow! Now I hit the jackpot! "Really? Tell me, who is she, Harper?" I demanded eagerly. "The royal witch, Cassandra!" she replied. The royal witch?! “Cassandra!" I repeated in astonishment. "Yes, my Queen. She is the king's personal adviser and the most trustworthy person. Perhaps she can help," Harper explained, her tone earnest.

Of course Mila couldn't see the cynical look, but that didn't mean she couldn't sense the hateful gleam in Arabella's eyes and also miss the condescending tone from the way she spoke. "You seem very comfortable." Arabella then got down from her perch on a large drawer and began to pace up and down the king's chambers. “Just lying in this room and waiting for Liam to come, but still pretending to turn down his offer as a queen.” With her abilities and as someone from the shadow clan, for Arabella, entering a building or room was not a difficult task, just like when she easily infiltrated the heavily guarded research center. The only way to get Arabella to stop walking into her room so casuall

Knox asked. "There was an unknown pollen on me. How could I not notice?" Arabella replied. "Ah, so that's it." Knox chuckled. "And who exactly are you?" Mollie immediately shouted, "Stop right now! Princess Arabella is from the Foxhall royal family! Do you have any idea of the consequences of laying a hand on the princess of the Foxhall royal family?" "The princess of the Foxhall royal family of Dasovia?" Knox was momentarily taken aback and paused.