Arabella Kingsley Novels & Stories

I've always loved being her favorite among Thalia's friends but now I'm curious as to what drives this destain towards her. “Mine picked up,” Florentine remarks, watching Knox. Mariella catches it, veers to me for confirmation and I smirk in agreement. Thalia's step-sister wants to screw her mate, how unfortunate. Every girl Thalia seems a sister wants her mate. “What happened?”'Knox asks. “Arabella won't leave her room.” “Why?” I ask, wondering what new plot she's using my niece for. “Who is Arabella?” Mrs B asks.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo

I yelled belligerently. When the elevator door opened, I immediately walked to the left, where I met Rosalina Crosette, a 35-year-old female manager of mine. "Greetings, Rosalina," I said, smiling brightly. She always greeted me with a smile on her face. "Oh, hello, Jake! Have you spoken with the CEO yet?" she inquired, eager to hear the results. "Not yet," I said, shaking my head, "I'm going to his office right now." "But wouldn't that be bad timing?" she asked, perplexed. "Pardon me, Rosalina, but why would it be bad timing?" I asked, raising one of my brows in puzzlement. I was curious as to why she was hesitant to respond.

Arabella sneers, “I suppose after a lifetime of being told you were sooo superior I’ll take any opportunity to disprove it.” “What are you talking about?” I hiss. “I don’t want to marry you, for you Bastien.” She announces sharply, “I want to marry you for your power: Nothing more.” “And you think this will make me agree?” I demand, brandishing the phone. “Why should I play into your hands when I could just kill you now?” “Because if you kill me, you’ll never find her.” Arabella grins, “I’m the only one who knows where she is. If I don’t go by to feed her and give her water, she and your unborn pup will die.”

Arabella Wainwright was a beautiful woman—blonde, elegant, with the kind of sharp intelligence that had made her one of the most feared socialites in PineCrest. "Darling," Arabella said, looking up from her magazine. "What happened to you? You look like you've been crying." Shelly burst into tears. Arabella set down her magazine immediately, her expression shifting from casual to concerned. "Shelly, what is it? What's wrong?" "It's Slade," Shelly sobbed, collapsing into the chair across from her mother. "He's... he's been taken from me." Arabella's eyes narrowed. "Taken from you? What do you mean?"

Arabella said which caused a slight chuckle from Mirabel because this wasn't the first time that Arabella's mom is dragging her out to an occasion to get a suitor for her, but Arabella kept on shoving them off when they come close to her. Arabella's mother was one of the high socialites in the country, she was a highly ambitious woman who stood on her own even after the death of her husband. She was one of the elite women in the country, and also a friend to Reina Stuart, the lady of the Stuart household. With her connection, she also got an invitation, of which she wanted to drag her daughter with her. "Ok, but I might not come out to the public, you know," Mirabel said, her relationship wi

“No, Your Highness. I don’t belong in Alpha Aaron’s pack or any other pack for that matter. Let me introduce myself formally.” Stepping backward, she then executed a curtsy, much like the ones humans do on Earth. It was a surprise to watch. “I am Farryl, Guardian Extraordinaire of the Realm of Werewolves, Your Highness. I am well pleased to finally meet you.” The moment I heard her name, I gaped. I had wondered when I could meet her. Although he didn’t promise, Prince Elijah did say he could arrange a meeting for the two of us. Was this what he was talking about?

Only me, Father, and Mother knew about her, so it was easy to come up with a fabricated background of Avalia Lunne, the Lost Lunne Heiress. I finished creating her backstory. I needed to brief her about it. I went out of my room and saw her in the kitchen. She was busy preparing dinner for the two of us. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, and it looked beautiful and modest on her. I felt a hot sensation all over my body so I breathed deeply, keeping my composure calm. It was weird that I wanted to bite her along her neck, mark her as my mate. But who in werewolf's name still does that today? We already lost our glands hundreds of years ago.

Arabella "Sky, what are you doing?" I stood by the door to my room, fiddling with my fingers as I watched Sky haul my clothes from the wardrobe into my bags, angrily. After revealing about my marriage with Adrian, she hadn't said a word to me. She'd searched my eyes for any sign of a lie, and when she found none, she quietly turned away, headed to my room, and was now busily combing furiously through my things. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, refusing to look at me as she tossed more clothes into my bag. "Helping you pack of course"