Novel & Cerita Naughty Arabella

I repressed a smile and followed a stumbling Arabella to where Margaret apparently lay injured. When we reached Margaret, she was too still, too pale and too cold. The bitch was dead already. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Arabella keened like a dying animal falling to the ground next to her dearest companion. She shook her and begged her to open her eyes. It was pathetic and irritating as hell. Arabella was a wolf, surely she could hear that Margaret's heart had ceased to beat. I waited anxiously. She should lose consciousness any moment now. To think that I thought that my plan had fallen through when Anastasia's men had failed to find Arabella initially.

"And guess what? It’s me who is going to moan his name throughout the night. Unlike you, I will have his dick inside me the whole night. I might ride on it." "You.. you.." "Poor Barbie doll, you didn’t even get a chance to get fucked properly on that desk while I’m going to enjoy his cock on this big king-size bed." Arabella teased her even more. Deep down, she was imagining all these things. She knew that the thing that she was saying wasn’t going to happen, but she could picture it right. "Damn!! He is a beast on the bed." Arabella spoke with an evil grin. That was it.

“Don’t worry, they adore you. My sister’s a bit intimidating, but even she likes you.” Just then, Arabella came running back, arms filled with a rainbow assortment of nail polish bottles and an impressive makeup set. "Princess Daddy! Do you want pink or purple nail polish?" she asked, holding up the options like she was presenting a life-altering decision. Cole’s eyes widened again as he looked from me to Arabella. "Oh, God. Save me." His voice dripped with mock despair, as if he was about to face a firing squad. Arabella, hands firmly planted on her hips, narrowed her eyes at him. “Daddy, don’t you want to look nice like me?” She asked it so seriously that it was impossible not to burst out

“Parent trap,” she says, counting the pins in her hand. “Sorry I took too many, I didn't count them at first.” “It's okay, take as many as you like,” I tell her. “See you in thirty minutes, and don't start F.U.C.K—” “F.u.c.k, fuck!” Arabella says, “Auntie Nova you said a naughty word.” “I keep forgetting she spells,” Nova winces. “Hell, at least Ella was good for something.” she sighs, ushering Arabella out of the room.

He continues to rub his cum into me. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I wink at him, but he shakes his head. I hear Abram start to cry and I know that’s going to wake his brother up, too. “I’ll get them, angel. You finish getting ready.” He kisses me, then slides me off the bathroom counter, returning the straps of my nightie to my shoulder. “His outfit is on the rocker,” I tell him. He nods once again, stealing another kiss. He gives my ass a squeeze.

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

They slept tangled together in the larger bed, Raina’s small body pressed against her chest like an anchor. Arabella didn’t dream. She didn’t need to. The next day was an amusement park. Not one of the massive ones—just a small, charming place by the water. Bright colors. Music. The smell of sugar and popcorn. Arabella wore sunglasses and a baseball cap. No bodyguards. No assistants. Just a mother and her child. Raina rode the carousel three times. Screamed with delight on the tiny train. Fell asleep against Arabella’s shoulder after cotton candy and sunshine.

I poured myself a coffee and took a slow sip, letting the bitterness ground me. Women didn’t usually run from me. They stayed. They asked questions. They tried to use me, my name, my status, my influence to elevate themselves. They lingered, testing boundaries, seeing how much they could extract before they were asked to leave. Arabella hadn’t asked anything. She’d assumed the worst and still tried to make it right. Interesting. My phone buzzed less than twenty minutes later. “That was quick” I chuckled as I answered. “Arabella Hart”

Giselle furrowed her brows, wondering why Arabella is here and looking at her like that. Arabella folded her hands, looking at Giselle from head to toe in a malicious way. "Can I help you?" Giselle asked. Arabella scoffed. "You are one scheming bitch, aren't you?" Giselle raised her brows. "Excuse me?" "Stop pretending, you slut!" Arabella snapped Giselle scoffed. "I know what your plans are. But trust me, Giselle or whatever you are called, it will not work, do you hear me?"

It wasn’t comfortable exactly, but it wasn’t hostile either. That was somehow worse. A car pulled up outside. Arabella recognised it and adjusted the strap of her bag. “Thank you for answering my question,” she said. “You’re welcome.” “And for not insisting on driving me.” “I’m learning.” “From whom?” He looked directly at her. “You, apparently.” She had no ready reply. So she gave him a small, reluctant smile and stepped outside. As the car pulled away, Arabella watched the building recede in the window. She still had no reason to trust Adrian Knight. The records had not been verified, the past remained unresolved, and his motives were still his own.