Arabella Rose Novels & Stories

Didn’t breathe. It wasn’t confirmation. Not with a body so destroyed it couldn’t be identified by anything except the scent caught in the stone. But for them—for their kind—scent was the one truth the world couldn’t lie about. And this truth landed like a blade: Arabella had died here. Crushed to death in this cold, merciless tunnel. The jasmine lingered one heartbeat longer, trembling like a memory refusing to fade— And then the draft shifted, and the scent broke apart, swallowed by dust and time.

Arabella said, extending her hand to Cameron and smiling brightly. Cameron accepted the handshake but her blood is boiling at the unexpected outcome. She is his fiance? She asked internally. What the hell? "Arabella here is a celebrity model and the face of the company." Xavier said, making Arabella flip her hair proudly. Cameron smiled a little. "She will be featuring as well in your video." Xavier said, making Cameron’s smile to fall. "Excuse me?" Cameron asked. Internally. "Trust me, she will make your company trend." Xavier said, looking at Arabella.

(His mother wisely didn’t meet his eyes. “How’s this look?” A small voice carried out in front of them. Well, fuck. Arabella was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans that his mother had selected, and had paired it with a gray starry crop top, one that rode up perfectly when she raised her hands, and showed off that delicate little waist. Gael could probably feel the warmth of her skin when he wrapped his hands to hold that lithe frame, the pretty frame of the other would probably fit perfectly in his grasp–

"Had to fly back. Critical breach at the company. I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. Take care and see you in New York, Arabella.” Arabella took a deep sigh as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The stylist had outdone everything she expected. The dress was a dusty rose, off-shoulder, with a silhouette that moved like water when she walked. Her hair was swept up loosely, with a few curls escaping to frame her face. The only thing that was missing was a smile on her face.

This can’t be! She was getting paranoid as her nervousness was surging up. Eric was calling her again. Without wasting any time, Arabella answered the call. “Eric, I’m in the Central Park.” Arabella quickly answered. “I’m near the area. I’m on my way now.” Eric replied quickly. Arabella was uneasy walking near the pick-up spot as her eyes were still wandering around. She left the rose on the bench and her mind was occupied with W. It stands for William Zimmer.

Rose smiled and started walking away. "Are you going to fight with me next?" Arabella questioned. Rose chuckled and turned around. "Do you want me to?" Arabella shook her head. "I don't want to." Not because she is scared of her but because she respects her too much to raise hand on her. "You won't! In this story, my part is just to guide you children." She walked away and Arabella started thinking who is going to fight next. She was thinking of Skyler as she has defeated Rosetta already, not knowing that something interesting is waiting for her.

Rose leaned casually against the door, folding her arms across her chest as she observed Arabella. "Do you need help?" Rose finally asked. "Yes, please," Arabella replied, her voice soft. "I thought as much," Rose said with a smirk as she walked over to assist her. In no time, they were done. Rose even helped with Arabella's hair. Knowing her brother loved curly hair, she refused to straighten it. Instead, she styled Arabella's natural curls, letting them cascade down her back freely. The look was charming and effortlessly elegant. "My brother won't be able to keep his hands off you tonight," Rose teased, causing Arabella to giggle.

as he says this he tosses me over the desk and towards his father. I close my eyes thinking at least i tried when their father catches me. I open my eyes surprised I’m alive when i hear a chuckle, “Young lady. i promise they would do nothing to harm you, as a matter of fact they have been curious about humans since they were young. so I’m not surprised they brought you to me as soon as they seen you and realized you were human.” i nod and he puts me down. i stand up and get my balance, “thank you sir, My name is Arabella, and I am just passing through and happen upon them fighting and tried to come up with a solution, and now im here.” He looks at the boys and the nod and then he turns his a

Arabella: Javier Ramirez was the kind of man you didn't want showing up at your doorstep because when he did, it meant trouble. I was in trouble. I'd taken money from him. It was a desperate, reckless decision that kept me afloat. If he was here now, it meant a year had already passed and he was here to get back his money. "Won't you let me in, amor?" He asked smoothly, his thick Spanish accent unmistakable. His voice was laced with something that sent a shiver down my spine.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.