Arabella Kingsley Novels & Stories

She started taking slow but hesitant steps towards her. "Good Morning, Ma'am," Ara said with a polite smile with her hands clasped in her front. El surveyed her from tip to toe. "Who are you?" El questioned as she curved her finely shaped brows. Ara wasn't surprised. She didn't have a striking personality or face to be cherished in people's memory nor was she offended. The girl was too sweet to get offended by such things. "I..I am Arabella Garcia. The caretaker of Angela," she answered. First El couldn't remember but things started to click the next second. The girl that she thought is gay but actually is bisexual, hitting on her and Killian both or maybe a golddigger.

“No, but Alba is here. I saw her this morning, roaming around the palace, talking to some members of the Parliament. And she was way too damn happy… Do you think she’s also behind all this? That Raoul is part of this too?” “All my senses are telling me yes… Every single fiber on my body. But a scandal won’t be enough to take the throne away from Romy,” Kingston said. “There has to be something else. I have to go and look for my woman. It’s imperative for me to find Romaine. Let me know if you see Raoul or Thiago!” Brent nodded. “Okay, King, go now! I’ll keep an eye on things and I’ll text you if anything happens here. Honestly, the way I see things, they’re too damn worried about Princess Ro

Arabella's POV I walked into the grand hall, my steps slow and steady despite the anger brewing deep inside of me. Every gaze landed on me the moment I entered. Murmurs erupted through the hall, their cruel words biting through my flesh like a whip. Derek stood at the center of the hall, richly dressed and tailored in his suit; his head was high and mighty, portraying his authority as the alpha. Jessica stood beside him in an elegant gown, her skin flawless like a mermaid's, with her lips curving into a victorious smile.

Arabella’s expression shifted the moment she saw the dish. She tried to hold it together, but I saw the discomfort in her eyes. "Arabella, are you okay?" I asked, concern creeping into my voice. "Take the food away," she said quickly, covering her nose as if the sight of it was disgusting. I immediately signaled the waitress to remove it. "You’ve been like this all week," I said, my worry growing. "Barely eating, always dizzy, vomiting at the slightest thing. I’m starting to get worried."

She’s crying again, only this time it’s rivers of tears, she murmurs, “I’m sorry for everything you suffered Caleb, I’m sorry we weren’t better to you and your family. What can I do now?” “Oh Kate you’re already doing it. You’re here and you are part of my revenge on the high-ranking official who destroyed my family.” “Who was it?” she demands. “Alpha Jackson, Kate” … pausing at the look of horror on her face … “Alpha Jackson.”.

“I find it deeply reassuring, personally.” “Why reassuring?” Arabella considered the question, turning it over honestly before answering. “Because for weeks I’ve watched you be extraordinary at absolutely everything—running board meetings, defending me from my mother, unraveling seventy-year-old family mysteries, being unbearably composed under pressure that would flatten most people. It’s nice,” she said, “to discover you’re just a person underneath all that. Someone who can lose spectacularly at cards and be genuinely annoyed about it, like anyone else would be.”

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

"What home and people are you talking about Carlos and what makes you think you can tell me who I belong with and who I doesn't" He inhaled deeply and took a step towards me before reaching for my hand but I flinched backward before he could take hold of it. "I wasnt supposed to say this but this is the only way you'd believe me. You Avalon Michaels is the King Alpha only surviving daughter and as such, it's my duty to get you away from the enemy and back home to your people before its too late" "What?" My mouth slightly agape and hanging. He is kidding right?, I mean, he can't be serious right?

I’m about to send another response when I get a second text from her. ARABELLA: I have to go. Mrs. Darcy is now glaring at me. A small chuckle leaves my lips and I heart her message before I lock my phone and throw it back into my pocket. Arabella left Florida almost two weeks ago, and everything has been going well for us. She’s the sweetest and the most understanding person I’ve ever come across. I know she tells me many times not to think it, but I’ve never thought there could be a completely perfect person until Arabella—even her flaws are so perfect that they’re nonexistent to me. I can’t stop feeling lucky that I have her right next to me and it’s because of her that everything is alri