Arabella Novel Novels & Stories

The high a seeing that was enough to satiate the craving for violence. In fact Spencer should be over the moon that Jasmine was murdered, after all it gave her a week free of pain. Then there was the end of Margot, I had Eleea mask our scents. I didn’t want them to find us that easily. What I had forgotten to factor in was Spencer, she knew her name and where she came from. The bastard Alpha William was not meant to call her and let the bitch know. It was meant to keep her away and more vulnerable to make her recapture easier. I wasn’t done with her yet, in fact I had barely begun.

“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!”

He finished, and the order had her keeping quiet instant. "I guess I didn't take you as a man who knew how to cook though.” She stubbornly continued. She wanted to speak to him, wanted to hear him speak to her. She wanted to get to know him, past the length of his dick, and what he could do on the bed. "I am many things, Arabella. A greater part of which you might never find out." He replied, this time, tilting his head to look at her. Arabella was going to reply his statement, she was going to ask for an explanation when she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

Chapter 1 Little Arabella Arabella I'm Arabella Harrison,and seated at the other end of my room is my great-grandmother. , today I'm going to be presented to the white crystal goddess in order to be chosen and blessed as the next great white wolf and alpha of our pack.

CHAPTER FIVE The New Girl, Part 1 The ravens come bearing news. A certain new redhead was spotted in Midtown today. And I hear her daddy dearest is every bit the #mchottie his daughter is. Forest Hills could certainly use middle-aged eligible bachelors. Too many of them leave. #foresthillsmysteries — Tweet from Raven_Eye. They say lightning never strikes twice, but it apparently does in Forest Hills. Ollie’s life was in danger once more, and there I was trying to rescue him again.

I knew who was responsible for this, for the attack and accusation. It was clear they were not happy. Their plan had gone horribly wrong. While their orchestrated attack may have failed, they did gain one valuable piece of information. They now knew about the golden piece of jewelry on the Princess's neck, the one that held unspeakable power. They had not expected Arabella to kill ten of their men. It made me smug to know Kressler was one of the ten men killed. Arabella had avenged her Mother's murder without ever knowing. She would never have to look into the poisonous eyes of Kressler, understanding it was him who killed her Mother.

Her answer prompts Desmond to look away from his phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I see that he's just as enthralled by her as I am. "Please answer the question." The girl sighs and she grips the chair, her knuckles straining from the force. "I want to save what's left of my family." The voice waits a few seconds, perhaps expecting there to be a longer sob story, but the girl named Arabella doesn't continue. Her eyes wander around the room, expectant for the next question. "Do you consensually agree to the contract and enter it freely, of your own volition?" "Yes." She raises an eyebrow at the mention of freedom, but her stoic face returns a split second later.

"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’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."

When the lady felt someone or something approaching her location, her eyes searched for Ulula but a sudden arrow appeared and struck her right away, causing her to fall. "Priestess!" screamed Ulula as she saw the beauty willingly fall off the back of the clamator she was riding. The clamator swooped down to save Arabelle, who was now unconscious. Fortunately, the owl caught the young lady behind it right away. Ulula breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't tell anyone about what happened recently," Ulula said solemnly. "The weather looks bad; let's hurry before the rain reaches us." ********************** Arabelle awakens in a luxurious bedroom. She looked around; everything she saw was expensive a