Arabella Rose Novels & Stories

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

Just once she wanted to be loved by someone without her pleading them to , she too wanted to experience the sweet feeling of being loved and pampered away from the eyes of contempt and disgust at being born as a freak , was it too much to ask ? Sounds of footsteps came and Rosalie hurriedly wiped her tears away , her ears perking at the sound of someone turning the doorknob , she waited for the familiar scent of her mate to release her out of her insecurities and struggles but contrary to it - a highly posh and charming scent of chance eau tendre wafted over to her followed by a woman in jimmy Choo Love hundred glittered tulle and canvas pumps with denim jeans and white shirt . Her blonde ha

When we're finally at my doorstep, I slam the door behind me and pin Ara to the wall in the foyer. "I'm Ronan Stewart and I command you to ignore everything Stella Van Arder has told you. You will remember what she said to you, and your will is yours again, Arabella Hamilton." Ara suddenly gasps, and her knees buckle under her. I catch her before she hits the ground, lifting her up as she regains her footing. I let her go once she manages to stand on her own. "Ronan!" she says, opening her eyes. "Stella…"

After Ara said that, he immediately felt the strap of her bra and was taking it off. "Wait, what are you doing? What am I hearing?" Robin said but the girl didn't answer him, so he just swallowed deeply and nervously. "Okay, I'm done." He said as Robin faced him again, but his eyes closed immediately when he saw the bra the girl was holding. "Ara! what are you doing?" it said in shock. "Hey finally! I feel like I'm breathing easier now." He said lamely while waving his bra in front of the young man.

"I said I'd be there in a second! I'm not ready!" "Too late," said Isaac. "I told you when we'd be here, and we're late as it is. Lavinia, this is Arabella. Arabella, Lavinia." Arabella straightened up from where she was crouched. Her hair fell in soft icy waves around her face, longer even than Lavinia's. She was beautiful, her large dark eyes circled with thick eyelashes and topped with prominent eyebrows. As she looked at Lavinia her face broke into a smile, nearly identical to Isaac's. She pranced forward, moving with a dancer's grace. She measured a few inches shorter than Lavinia and her beauty was enhanced by her gaze up through her lashes.

She has missed him very much. "Aarav it's like she did not miss us at all. Don't you think that" Aarhan said looking at the hugging duo "Yes it seems so. I am hurt Barbie!" Aarav said "I did not miss you both not at all, you both are meanie pants. You took my chocolates away and broke my doll in the name of repairing it. Zarry bought me chocolates and a new doll. He is best not you both " Zeenat said poking her tongue out like a kid

With a burst of energy, I broke free from his hold, reclaiming control over my own actions. Arabella, battered and bruised, struggled to her feet, displaying her unwavering resilience. Instinctively, I reached out to offer her comfort and support, but she took a step back, creating a physical distance between us. Before I could apologise, her trackers formed a formidable barrier, preventing any further contact between us.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

But she decided not to think too much. "Okay" she smiled before leaving. Alone in the penthouse living room, Elara observed her surroundings. Everything was warm toned and gave a fresh feeling, it showed the presence of a woman. Arabella's pictures lined the walls and on a floating shelf were all her awards organized in order. Starting from her first award since her debut at eighteen years old. "Miss Elara," Arabella's voice drew Elara's attention. "Just Elara is fine" Elara smiled politely, taking the cutely organised tray from her hands.

She asked, her tone light and playful. Arabella's response was immediate. "To teach you a lesson!" Rosie's eyes widened in mock surprise. "To teach me a lesson?" She echoed, her hand on her chest. Arabella nodded vigorously. Rosie's gaze swept over her, and she burst into laughter. "Are you here by yourself, or did someone send you?" Arabella's eyes flashed with determination. "I'm here by myself!" She declared, her voice firm. "I saw my brother drive into this company earlier. What are you doing together?"