Arabella Kingsley Novels & Stories

Jasmine said. “The Alpha will know, and he will give me the ultimate punishment. I have to do it myself Jasmine,” Ariana paused. “I'll have to do it or he will take my son forever.” ***** BRAD This cannot be a coincidence, Arabella had never been to the Library lately, if she had, there's little chance she had chosen the book about the Monogroth. The painting staring back at me is more picturesque than the one in that book, almost as if it needs a breath to come to life.

His mental health has already become a topic of public discussion, and that would be terrible for him. “Uh…I–I’m just wondering how much longer we have to wait for this…” The door creaked open. Whatever he was saying drowned into nothingness. His eyes flew wide, his breath stopped. Arabella stood in front of the door in a beautiful knee-length brown gown. She wore a cream heel and a matching purse, her hair styled on her signature sleek low bun. Her eyes were bright, her sharp gaze darting around the men and women seated around the table staring back at her in utter disbelief.

Dalia was hard to read and rarely smiled. The third member was Elara Kingsley. The Kingsley family was not part of the top ten, in fact they were new money; just newly introduced to wealth but Elara was a scientist who had managed to find the cure to an unknown disease Arabella’s father was battling with and just like that, she was recruited into the house and elevated in status.

But, on the second day, they took time off and went to a nightclub. Arabella wore a bloodthirsty red dress, with a generous neckline and opening on the sides. She was the personification of sensuality, or debauchery; that depended on the mind of whoever saw it. She had very little left to the imagination, as every line of her body was on display.

she added, rolling her eyes, “and I have to see Ms. Royal Bitch Mirabel daily because she’s the Luna of my pack.” Arabella chimed in, “What about me? My last boyfriend left me for a guy—he discovered he was into men while dating me. Oops. The one before that was an angel until I found out he was into very kinky stuff I’m not open to. And the one before that wanted to use me like an ATM while refusing to work. Shall I continue, or is the picture clear?” I glanced at Arabella, who was tall and toned, with long brown hair cascading down her waist, a beautiful face, and captivating grey eyes. She was talented, intelligent, and had the worst luck with men.

“Drop the haughty act and go buy yourself some class!” Arabella was oddly calm. She glanced at the signature on the check and said indifferently, “This money was extorted from your father, wasn’t it? How much groveling did that take? Does your whole family support you as a mistress? No wonder.” She stood up and glared down at Chloe. “I restore antique books and paintings. Three years ago I could have easily earned tens of millions with my own hands even without marrying Reginald.” She grabbed the check and flung it at Chloe’s face. “Take your trash money and piss off!”

The other girl pouts a cloth on her wounds. "Why did she hit you," I asked Arabella. Arabella explains she is a slut and a mistress of the king. Her voice is so sad, and her friend Sam growls, which leads me to believe she is lying to me, but I don't push the issue. I decide to leave so I can learn more about her, getting her pack name, and letting her friend Sam know to apply the ointment again, shutting the door. I link my beta. "Yes boss" Kyle links

“I need to find my wolf. If you hurt me or try to stop me, my fiancé will kill you all. He’s the king. Adrian Draven.” The second I said his name, the circle erupted…angry howls, furious growls, teeth bared. The sound hit me like a wave, making my knees weak as I staggered back. A man stepped forward from the circle. Naked. Tall, muscled, covered in dirt and scars. Human one second, but I knew he could shift in a blink. “Repeat that,” he said, voice rough and cold. I puffed out my chest, trying to look brave. “You heard me. I’m the soon-to-be queen of the central kingdom. Kira Summers… I mean, Arabella Ravaryn. I know Victoria put you up for this, so drop it!”

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

The interview was still live, and before Arabella could react, her name was already trending, accompanied by headlines that labeled her as an impostor, an ambiguous woman, playing both sides. "Arabella , damn it... what's wrong with Fernando?" Pandora murmured, nervous, looking around. A group of Eduard's female admirers, who until recently had been quietly enjoying their tea, stood up abruptly when they recognized her. "Arabella Hopkins !" one of them charged furiously. "Tell me, whose side are you on?" Arabella stood motionless, fighting to control her rage. "You're a whore! Having two men at the same time? If you mess with Eduard, you mess with us," another one snapped, raising her fis