Arabella Kingsley Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

"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.

"He’s targeting the people around me. He probably thinks because I’m getting married, I've gone soft." "He knows your history, Adrian," Nathan warned quietly. "He knows how you operate." "I know the history too," a soft, calm voice interrupted from the doorway. They both looked up. Arabella was standing there, leaning lightly against the frame of the double doors. She was dressed in a soft cashmere sweater, her hair pulled back, looking pale but entirely composed. There was no fear in her eyes, only the sharp, brilliant intelligence that had allowed her to reclaim her family’s legacy in the first place.

******************************** 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?”

“Oh, I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry…do something about it now.” “Of course…” Catherine left and came back later with a silky dress. Eleanor stared at it with a scrunched face for a while before she finally took it and wore. At least it was preferable to the ‘things’ she saw in the wardrobe. “I will eat later. Go on tell me all I need to know about this…place…” she rolled her eyes. Catherine started to lead her out. “Here, this is the Alpha’s private quarters. Alpha Arthur hates anyone entering his room except few people which I’m sure you will meet very soon. Well, since you are mate he might make an exception for you soon…”

Apparently, he had been plotting this for a long time. Shaking my head again, I lead Arabella in and then call Omega Kelly to come in and change the bedding. At least for now we can make her comfortable, but I sure as hell am not sleeping on the same sheets as Alpha John had or whatever he did in them. In the meantime, Arabella takes a seat on the couch and reads till she is done. “Knock” “Knock” I go to the door and listen to make sure it isn’t someone here to get revenge. When I hear her state, “My king, I am here to change the bedding.” I unlock the door and see Omega Kelly stand there with a black eye.

Maria asked, her slow, drawling accent and her wide, warm charming smile making it impossible to believe she was a vampire. Charming being the operative word to describe most vampires. Charm wasn’t a word applied to werewolves. At least, not the ones she knew. She refocused on her sister-in-law’s question. “I’m fine,” Arabella said automatically. She was so far from fine, but that would require her to reveal just how far away she was from the Arabella of the past and she wasn't ready for that ,at least not yet. “And Is the house working out fine?”

I was happy that I didn’t have to deal with Cole for a few days thanks to his business trip. Arabella’s excitement didn’t last long, though. Mrs. Kinsley, appeared in the doorway, looking at the clock making her eyes widen when she realized it was past her bedtime. “Time for a bath, young lady. Brush your teeth. Then We’ll tuck you in.” she announced, her voice stern but laced with affection. Arabella groaned, hugging me a little, “Okay, Mrs. Kinsley!” she sang, hopping off her stool and dashing off toward the bathroom, her energy seemingly endless.

Jesse surrender her hands She relaxed a bit before clearing her throat "I dont wanna be your friend" She said before making attempts to leave "At least tell me your name" Jesse said "No need to know" Bella sighs before walking, she stopped and looked back once more "I dont know when next I'll come here but I promise to come visit when I clock eighteen mom, dad" She thought then her eyes moved to Jesse who posed like she wanna snap a picture smiling at her "My name is Arabella" Ana said Jesse jumped up happily before going to her