Arabella Novel Novels & Stories

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 studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

Arabella nodded in response and, with her head held high, she swiftly entered the library. "My grace, would you like some books?" inquired the librarian. Aware of Zephyr's strict instructions to monitor her every move, Arabella felt the weight of surveillance bearing down on her, stifling her desire for freedom. Despite the opulence of her room, she yearned for the simplicity of fresh air and space beyond those luxurious walls. "What more could I possibly find in this library?" Arabella scoffed, her voice tinged with frustration, as she combed through the shelves in search of her beloved tome.

Arabella said, making Letta blink her eyes as she listened to the explanation from the woman in front of her. "So, basically, you don't have to worry that I have a scandal with your husband, because I already have another ideal man, and I'm not interested in a man who has dumped me,” Arabella said, looking at Marco with a displeased expression, while Letta started to soften her smile as she heard Arabella's story. It turns out the woman in front of her wasn't as bad as Letta had thought. Arabella turned out to be a friendly and cool person. Although their relationship had once been as lovers, maybe because they had been friends for a long time, they didn't seem awkward around each other.

“Which brings me to my favorite part of tonight.” “And that is?” “What we’re going to do about it.” Arabella didn’t answer immediately. Instead she stirred the olive in her martini with the little stick. Cressida watched her. “Oh don’t tell me you’re feeling generous.” Arabella lifted one brow. “Do I look generous?” “No. You look homicidal.” “Good. Honestly I thought we have succeeded in getting helping the universe make her disappear.” Cressida went very still clearly catching on to what Arabella meant.

Arabella shoved past Gavin into her shared office with Adrian. She looked around. Adrian's desk was empty. She walked towards the private room for the first time. As soon as she opened the door, smoke engulfed her. She coughed, peeking her head into the dimly lit room. Adrian was sitting in a corner of the room, smoking his cigar. Arabella covered her nose with her palm as she pushed her way in. Adrian barely noticed. She pulled apart the curtain, opened the window to let the smoke out.

No husband. No child. No home. Just a burden once again being delivered back to her parents like unwanted luggage. The carriage finally slowed before the grand Hamilton townhouse. Tall iron gates stood open while servants hurried through the rain carrying umbrellas. Arabella stared at the familiar home with quiet dread. She had once dreamed of escaping this place. Instead, she had returned more humiliated than before. The footman opened the carriage door carefully. “My lady.” Arabella stepped down slowly, lifting the dark skirts of her mourning gown to avoid the puddles beneath her feet.

I moved restlessly in my room. Arabella's charms made my desires wake up and want her. I know that now I look like an asshole who wants his own friend's sister, but I'm not the problem. This had never happened to me before. It was Arabella's transformation that was the problem. How could that young girl who once felt like she wanted to be protected turn into a young girl who sent instincts to men to fuck her immediately?

“You asked for reports on her movements, her health, and the people around her. You may refuse to answer me, but you do not need to pretend that she means nothing to you.” I looked toward the window. Arabella meant everything to me. That was the problem. Caiden took another letter from the file. “There is something else.” I turned back. “This arrived from the Blue Moon Pack. A woman delivered it personally to one of our border officials.” I reached for the letter. Something feels wrong. I broke the red seal and the first line was enough to make my blood run cold. **Arabella is my adopted sister but I can't watch her fool everyone. She is a lowborn and worthless she-wolf who deliberately used

He was the one who broke his vows, discarded her dignity, and walked away. I wasn't innocent. I knew exactly what I was doing. I did it because I wanted her. But Ethan had been destroying that marriage long before I gave fate a little push—and even if the world branded me as a villain, I no longer cared. Arabella was a grown woman now. She was free from Ethan, free from her past, and fully capable of making her own choices. I lost her once to my own cowardice. I'm not walking away again. I pulled my personal phone from my inner suit pocket and dialed Irene's number. Irene was Ethan's head housekeeper—and my quietly placed eyes and ears inside my son's household to ensure Arabella's safety.