Arabella Rose Novels & Stories

Cedric stood in the dim light of the suite, his gaze anchored on the woman who had just cracked open her soul and offered him a truth so raw, it left him winded. Arla-Rosa. Not Dr. Rosa. Not the distant miracle worker the world admired. Just Arla, his Arla-Rosa, the woman he had once broken without even knowing it. And yet, here she was, standing before him in soft moonlight, defiant even in her trembling.

Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she walked off, leaving behind her signature perfume and a trail of quiet vengeance. Arabella lowered her gaze, trying to collect herself, whispering under her breath, “I just want Dad to recover… not to start a war over his legacy.” Dr. Satria watched her for a moment, then sighed. “If that’s true, then show it. Not just in front of me—but in front of your family.” Arabella gave a faint nod, her chest still aching. She knew she couldn’t stay any longer. If she remained around Helena and Luna, she might explode again. So she walked away, heading down the corridor.

Mother trails off, memories of seven years ago racing through her as she blinks back the tears threatening to flow down her eyes. “I'm so sorry to hear that…” “It's fine,” Mother interrupts. “What's the name?” “Bella. Bella Portillo.” “Japanese?” “American.” “Are you married?” She demands, and I shift uncomfortably, hoping she reads the message. Arabel let out a light smile before replying. “No, I am not.” Silence ensues as they both watch each other. I am about to break the awkward silence when she suddenly says. “My birthday is in two days, I would like to invite you. Will you come?”

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

“Cook said to tell you dinner is ready and she is headed out the door. “ Arabella ruffled his hair again before she stood up, taking Lucas with her. “Is it that late already? You go ahead and go down. Let Thorn out before we eat. I’ll be down in a minute, I need to freshen up a little.” Arabella listened to Lucas whistle for the wolf hybrid as she walked to her bathroom. Thorn had been a god send to her when she was young and later when Lucas came along. Arabella looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. Time had not been unkind to her. She was only twenty eight though some days she questioned that. Her long black hair curled randomly around her shoulders and down her back. Long lashes

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

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"