Novel & Cerita Naughty Arabella

Could he tell my nerves were almost getting the best of me? I let out a subtle shaky breath as I eased against his hold. My hand curled by my side, a tinge of annoyance flickering over my chest at the fact that I needed his touch – presence – at this moment. "Well... I guess congratulations are in order," Gabby said. "You're... gorgeous Arabella and brave apparently" I offered her a small smile internally wondering if that was a compliment or a warning. "I'm Gabby by the way. His cousin" She added

Bienley murmured softly, his brow furrowed as he attempted to make sense of the hazy dreams that often haunted his slumber. "I'm so sorry, my prince, for the nightmares we've unwittingly implanted in your innocent mind," Bella whispered, consumed by a tidal wave of guilt and despair. "Your nightmare began when you were abducted. The rain, a cruel accomplice, erased his tracks. But Papa mobilized all his power and influence. After a harrowing search, you were finally rescued. But, the villain escaped, slipping away like a shadow into the night" Bella's voice grew steely, her eyes cold as ice, reflecting the depth of her loathing.

He turned on his heel and fled down the corridor, muttering incoherent apologies that faded into the distance. Slowly, I turned my attention back to the woman tucked against my chest. Arabella was panting heavily, her chest heaving as if she had just sprinted a marathon. A soft, involuntary smile tugged at my lips as I reached up to gently stroke her back. "The things you do to me, Arabella," I murmured, my voice thick and rough. She pressed her burning face into my chest like a shy kitten, refusing to meet my eyes. *God, why is she so unbearably cute?*

"Madam Luna..." Before the servant could finish, Arabella cut them off coldly. "I haven't touched a single drop of alcohol. I am completely sober, I know exactly what I'm saying, and every single word of it is the absolute truth." Richard's face went pitch black, resembling a frozen abyss. "Arabella, have you lost your mind? If you're done throwing a tantrum, get out of my sight." The next second, a crushing, suffocating wave of dominant pressure suddenly flooded the hall, dropping the ambient temperature to freezing and silencing every whisper instantly!

Fear. But then Arabella snickered. The snicker turned into a chuckle. Then into full, genuine laughter. Serena's smile faltered. Her jaw tightened. "What's so funny?” Arabella's laughter cut off abruptly. Her expression went cold. "Did you really think I came back here just to be ruined by your little schemes?" Arabella stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Serena swallowed. She took a step back before she could stop herself. "Go ahead, Serena." Arabella's smile was razor-sharp. "Try it. Maybe then you'll finally understand why they call me The Reformer.”

The Little hilarious moment made me lose interest in the picture on the wall which I was watching. My new attention was now focused on Johnny's bare chest and arms. They looked gorgeous. Although he had stopped staring at me, my eyes never stopped stealing looks from him. I did that in such a way that Melinda will never find out what was going on. However, despite my carefulness, Melinda nearly caught me after a long silence. Yes, that was because I was lost in my long stare at Johnny. She called my name immediately to draw back my attention.

I turn around and see a small old lady with pure white hair. "I'm sorry about him. He's harmless." She says and walks back into the shop. I walk in behind her and walk over to the junk food. I grab two packets of skittles and through them into the basket. My eyes scan over the variety of chips and I close my eyes and grab two random packets. I hear laughing and look towards the person. My eyes widen and I drop my basket. "Coocky as always, Alli." He says using the nickname that only he called me.

She feels embarrassed and tries to cover up the obvious. "Oh, I wasn't doing anything," she said, avoiding eye contact. "Babes, you're going to get hurt!" I told her bluntly. She looks up at me innocently for a moment and then stares at Xavier by the corner with puppy-dog eyes before uttering a word. "You know, I can't help it. He's so hot and sexy." She bows while saying it, rubbing her hands together to signal shyness. "He's a chronic playboy; obviously he would be hot!" I reminded Kareen of the reality of things while she continuously seductively stared at Xavier in the corner.

Dad’s growl, they weren’t in the same room, but they were close. What happened? Was Yileyna ok? Surely Dad wouldn’t hurt her, she was the heart after all… right? I need to get up… "I'm afraid it was the touch of death, Master." Arabella’s whispery voice came. Master? Why was she calling Dad, master? "Are you certain that’s what she is?" "Certain… these wounds, her appearance before she fell unconscious. She is a siren." Arabella’s quiet reply held no hesitation. I couldn’t even move or react, my heart was beating slowly and my body was far too heavy to even lift a finger.

Her answer prompts Desmond to look away from his phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I see that he's just as enthralled by her as I am. "Please answer the question." The girl sighs and she grips the chair, her knuckles straining from the force. "I want to save what's left of my family." The voice waits a few seconds, perhaps expecting there to be a longer sob story, but the girl named Arabella doesn't continue. Her eyes wander around the room, expectant for the next question. "Do you consensually agree to the contract and enter it freely, of your own volition?" "Yes." She raises an eyebrow at the mention of freedom, but her stoic face returns a split second later.