Novel & Cerita Arabella Novel

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives-- or to find strength in a very long one. Arabella's P.O.V I hear a knock on my door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly wipe at my cheeks only to realize that tears has been there all along, almost slipping down without me noticing. “Come in.” My voice said hoarsely since I haven't spoken today. The man who introduced me to Mr Varallo walked in with a huge smile. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

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.

It was good to be doing something instead of mopping around waiting for his time with Lucas. Arabella stepped out on the veranda, stretching her arms above her head. It looked like it would be one of those Colorado mornings. Everything was crisp and clear. The snow on the ground making a beautiful backdrop. She turned as she stretched and suddenly stopped, unable to move for a moment. Her heart fluttered as a fleeting memory rushed to mind and was gone too quickly to catch.

Even though it was the scorching hot season, they still stood proudly. The sunlight shone through the gaps and cast mottled spots of light on the tree-lined path, like copper coins in ancient times. Arabella sat on the wide windowsill with a book in her hands. As she was in her room, she was dressed very casually. She wore a pink tank top and shorts. Her black hair was tied into a bun, revealing her small and flawless fair face. She looked like an underage girl due to her youthful aura. Her foot was still injured, so it was inconvenient for her to move. That was why she decided to stay in her room for a week to read. For meals, food was sent to her room by the servants. Without much else to

Because every time things became too quiet, her thoughts drifted back to London. To the engagement party. To Leonard. To Vanessa. And strangely… the pain was beginning to turn into something else. Drive. Ambition. Arabella stood and walked toward the large mirror in the living room. The woman reflected there looked completely different now. Beautiful. Elegant. And no longer fragile. “Adele doesn’t lower her head when she speaks.” Sebastian’s words echoed through her mind again. Arabella took a deep breath and tried once more. Her shoulders straightened.

Lia whispered, her eyes dancing. “You know the tales. The Moon Goddess loves to bridge the gap, mating the lowest beta to the strongest alpha to create a perfect balance. That could be you.” I held up the gown, watching the moonlight catch the beads. It glowed with an ethereal, haunting light. No one would ever guess this was once junk. It was my armor, built on sleepless nights and desperate hope. “Can you imagine the fallout?” I countered, my voice tight.

“Now, take off your clothes. We need to know a secret about both of us. Maybe the Moon Goddess has even planned today for a great revelation that will set us both, free and fairly strong.” “Maybe. The Moon Goddess always knows the way out of a puzzle.” I whimpered back, my eyeballs rolling around the socket. I started to feel the pleasure, and I grasped the Alpha's hands tightly too, taking them off my breasts. “Why not do that first for me to see?” “Wait! Aria, just hold on!” Alpha Kelvin suddenly interjected, curiosity written on his face and soon, anger—if I was guilty of whatever he wanted to challenge me over. “How much do you know about Ryder?”

With a realistic yet positive lens. “It’s ALWAYS going to be like this, isn’t it?” Megan voices from her rustling train of thought. For the first time, Kei’s beam is heartwarming. “That’s what I’m counting on, love.” Arabella Fox has been writing since the age of eleven, drawing inspiration from pop culture, wonderfully weird loved ones, her own impactful experiences, and everything else in between. She spent most of her childhood in Saudi Arabia and is currently living in the Philippines. When she isn’t writing, whether for work or leisure, she is planning her next travel adventure, de-stressing through yoga, or binge-watching Friends for the nth time. She believes that no matter how mundan

Feeling the residual heat of Samuel's body radiating from the fabric, a long-forgotten wave of genuine warmth melted through the freezing air. "Thank you." Only the two of them stood by the columned entrance. Arabella leaned back against the stone wall, staring out into the pitch-black night before glancing back at the brilliantly lit hall behind them, a turbulent storm of conflicting emotions churning in her eyes. "When I agreed to marry Richard three years ago, I prepared myself for anything. I wanted to be a flawless Luna, his greatest asset, and a devoted partner." "I never imagined that three years later, I'd find out he was cheating and keeping a pregnant mistress."

She jumped up. Finally, the torturous wait ended with the entry of that specimen. No, she had never seen him, not even in a photo. And when she looked at him, she couldn't believe it. How would that man buy his virginity? That is to say, with how handsome he was, he could have the woman he wanted without giving a single penny. She reviewed him from head to toe, he was tall, had a three-day beard and gray-green eyes that, upon resting on her current brown gaze, left her paralyzed. The Arab came closer to her and smiled at her, but a fleeting smile, which passed to her non-existence after her expression hardened. The next thing is that he held out his hand and she was slow to respond, but fina