Arabella Ship Novels & Stories

Mollie replied. Arabella's expression hardened. In an instant, she swung her backsword. A burst of sword energy filled the air. The inside of the aircraft was wrecked, and the fuel tank exploded, with flames shooting skyward. The sudden turn of events enraged Shaun and Knox. With the aircraft destroyed, how were they supposed to leave Dasovia? "You wretch!" Shaun roared furiously, immediately realizing Arabella was responsible for the chaos. They had underestimated her. They'd assumed Arabella wouldn't wake up. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to break free of her restraints. But the princess of the Foxhall royal family was clearly no ordinary person.

Trishia widened her mouth and release a mouthful air said then went back inside the room giggling in satisfaction. Arabella was left in a daze. For quite some time, she couldn’t find her energy to lift her foot to step out from the place. Her mind went blank for a while. The sudden swayed of the vessel made Arabella regained her senses. She then strode to the cockpit to feed her hungry soul. To her surprise, the boat was already backed in the island. In front of her was already Bill’s villa. The yacht was already anchored and docked. She just grabbed a bread and quickly ran back to the villa. Hoping Farrah was there.

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

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

Carmen awkwardly waves to all the eyes on here. “I also have a special announcement to make that many of you will be excited to hear.” Arienne pauses for a moment before continuing. “The Moon Goddess has decided to bless me with a second chance mate.” Murmurs spread through the crowd. My breath hitched in my lungs. I pick at my cuticles, waiting for his next words. “Please welcome Amikat Sequora, your new Luna to the pack! Amikat, come up here, please.”

The woman did not have much company, and having Ana was good. She did not have to wait long to be seen. "Hey" "Hi, babe. Should I be worried?" Ana murmured, making her friend smile with relief. Arabella was afraid that Ana was upset about her disappearance. "No. I am fine. I am in California" Arabella communicated. "You and the thirty billion dollars?" "Yes" she replied rolling her eyes. "Be safe, Arabella" Arabella spotted Damon near the wooden deck, lit by harbor lights and looking as handsome as ever. Banks was talking to another man, who would become the commander of the boat that was floating on the high seas.

Arabella shook her head as she explained why she had chosen to stay calm instead of reacting or questioning the past, "I didn’t let them off out of mercy, I'm just trying to protect my children. Whatever happened, it wasn’t my fault, I know that well, but society would always blame me, and infact I can handle that, but I just didn’t want my children to face prejudice because of my past. That’s why I let it go, and I came back here only for my grandmother, once my work is done, I’ll leave this city." Viola held Arabella's hand, trying to comfort her, "Bella, you’ve been through so much, you’ve suffered a lot, but I believe the destiny won’t let you face more injustice. You have a bright futur

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.

“Thank you.” “She annoyed me,” Luca says simply. “That’s your reason?” Gavin raised a brow. “It’s a good one.” I can’t help it. I laugh softly. Goddess, I missed this. — Arabella is different. We spot her near the courtyard, but she doesn’t approach. She doesn’t even try. Instead, she steps back the moment she notices us, creating distance without drawing attention to it. “That’s new,” Luca mutters. Gavin glances at her briefly before casually stating, “Oh did I forget to mention? Her family’s losing their status. Financial collapse. Political fallout. It’s been revealed that they were counting on your engagement to recover.”

She doesn't even really care about her son; she simply knows that Mateo is a golden ticket; her son is the only thing tying her to Manolo's riches if he ever abandons her. She's using both Manolo and his son; he doesn't even care about the child; he only cares about the money. Kill her, Manolo orders, in a whisper — Just take her, don't do it here. No! Arabella wriggles, managing to slip out of my men's grasp, and enters the ship. My brothers and I waste no time ordering them to follow her, and it's the cry of a child that stops us all. Arabella leaves the boat, pointing a gun at her own son's head.