Naughty Arabella Novels & Stories

He was a cruel and evil man even if he has changed his ways. Sybil threw her hands in the air, “Okay, okay. Best not to poke the beast.” Sybil looked at Arabella in the mirror. In her opinion, Ari never looked as beautiful as she looked today. Lucas would be so proud and she would surely dazzle Lucian. Arabella’s dress was all black with red flowers flowing down to the hem. The low V-neck showed off her necklace of red hearts. They did not glow, the fire seemed gone. Her high heel stilettos compliment her long legs. The dress flowed down to just below her knees giving the whole outfit a mature and muted look; only muted until one looked into her face, there was nothing muted about Arabella’s

That doesn’t stop him from continually speaking though and I shake my head, a soft chuckle leaving my parted lips as I help mom down the last stair. "Hey, you’re back." Kaleb is the first to notice our presence since Arabella’s back is turned to us and she immediately stands from the couch when she sees Mom. "Hello." "Yes, we are. What were you boring my girlfriend with?" I accuse and he scoffs, his arms moving defensively over his chest. "I wasn’t boring her! We were having fun, and I was filling her in on all the important stuff." He hisses and I gaze at Arabella. The look on her face tells me that’s the opposite of what happened and I sniffle a laugh, hiding it with a clear of my throat a

Tears streamed down her face before she turned and ran towards the exit. Having escorted Susie back to the hotel, I went to find Arabella. I found her in the graveyard, leaning against her father’s tombstone. “Why are you doing this to me? Is it because I left? Is it because I threw a spanner into your plan by rejecting my mate?” I stood and watched from a distance as she spoke. “Do you really hate me that much? If so, take me, don’t take another person I care about. Please… just take me.” Arabella closed her eyes as she titled her head up to the moon. That’s when it became obvious. She was praying to the Moon Goddess.

He said narrating his answer to Arabella who seems to be on the moon, she was so excited. " Common, let's go play" Rowan stretches out his hand for Arabella to hold on to it and when she attempts to place her hands on it, Zoe pushes her hands away causing her to fall to the ground... " ahh" Arabella screams in pain as she falls hitting her little butt, Zoe was shocked and hurriedly tried to lift her with her small palms but couldn't...Rowan pushed her away before helping Arabella off the ground...

she said, her eyes lighting up a little. “ That is great, so why don’t we head out to the game section?” I asked. I remember Scarlet loved games, she was a game freak. Maybe Arabella would too. “That sounds nice,” she said, the word nice seemed to hang in the air “But I don’t know how to play games. My parents always said games are for lazy people, so I never really played one. But it sounds interesting.” “No problem. You’ll love it, I assure you,” I said, trying to keep my excitement in check. As I looked at Arabella, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Scarlet. They had the same sharp face, her smile seemed to be like the way Scarlet smiled.

I explained seriously, but Arabella did not notice and responded back as expected. "But I saw you yesterday...." Arabella clamped her mouth shut tightly while looking the other way. She was obviously agitated because Arabella didn't look at me at all after the girl's speech stopped and just bit her lip. I felt like teasing her. "Saw what?" I asked with a slight bow, still staring at the now silent Arabella and noticing the girl's blush. Without saying anything, she walked quickly to her room. I could no longer hold back the smile that I had been holding back when Arabella was just silent and twitching restlessly. If she had suddenly complained or even forbidden to see the women who had becom

Nevaeh Brown “And that, that’s how you get a man…” Isabella muttered, voice dripping with smug satisfaction as she reclined on the heated marble slab, cucumber slices over her eyes like she was the queen of some ancient ritual. Lilith—sprawled on the slab next to her like she owned the entire spa—actually laughed. Low, throaty, the kind of sound that made the poor attendant scrubbing my back flinch. “Darling, that’s how you get a man for one night. To keep him forever?” She paused for dramatic effect, letting the esthetician slather more warm oil across her collarbones. “You make him believe he’s the only one who can ruin you properly.”

said an unknown person. Then a picture appeared on social media. Roman in Tokyo, Grinning as he held a glass of champagne. Besides him was Camille Hartley, wearing a red dress that appeared to have been made to order. Arabella switched her phone off. She took everything from her purse, including her ID, cards, and wallet, and threw them all in the motel's toilet the following morning. One by one and then it flushed. She had had enough of Arabella Sinclair. Her name was no longer necessary.

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: “You,” I breathe, rooted in place out of fear and shock. The last time I saw Arabella, she was sneering at me, a kind of viciousness in her eyes that no ten-year-old should have. When it came to her appearance, Arabella inherited our father’s dark looks, her skin a beautiful olive shade, her eyes a sharp green, and her hair black as a raven’s, falling to her waistline like a waterfall. As a child, she was cute, but as an adult, she’s gorgeous. Her cheekbones are sharp, her eyes almost catlike. She has lost all her chubbiness, her figure slims like a model’s.

Garry shrugged with a chuckle. "Everyone knows that your mother is like this..." Garry looked at Arabella who was fast asleep. "How can you be so unfair to my friend, little girl. You stole his heart and broke it in one day..." He huffed and went to his room. Arabella woke up in the morning and looked around. There was a maid who was cleaning the living room. She sat on the couch and waited for Garry. "You are up?" Garry entered, all ready for the day.