Naughty Arabella Novels & Stories

Rarely spoke to anyone that way. “You don’t even want him,” Vivian said, quieter now, almost accusing. “You barely know him. He’s fifteen years older than you, Arabella. He’s not going to want—” She gestured, vaguely, at all of her sister, and didn’t finish. “Then he shouldn’t have chosen me,” Arabella said. “But he did. In front of everyone. And I don’t know what to do with that yet. But I’m not going to hand it back just because it makes you uncomfortable.”

Nathan promised, stepping back to join the others, leaving her in the center of the rug, illuminated by the firelight. The beat dropped, a slow, grinding rhythm. Sandy took a deep breath. She felt the eyes of five giants on her—heavy, hungry, and expectant. She reached up, slowly pulling the ribbon from her red hair, letting the curls fall over her shoulders. She began to move. At first, it was subtle—a sway of her hips, a roll of her shoulders. mBut as the men began to whistle and cheer, the "good girl" started to recede. She thought of the lemon dress, how short it was, and she leaned into the movement.

“I have a friend of mine which I can't seem to understand. She works for my dear cousin, who so happens to be late as always. Literally, a few days into her work she feels the need to begin a romantic, wait, sexual relationship with her boss! Personally, I would call her a slut but what do you guys think?” The crowd is silent and I get up from my seat, ready to speak some sense into my idiot of a cousin. The curtains open to reveal an anxious Arabella. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want to fuck her right now. She looks so incredible. I bit my lips as I admire the skin-tight pink lingerie she was wearing in front of everyone. “Here, this is Arabella. Thoughts on her as she models one of my

A slow, wicked smile curved his mouth. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and mocking, water still pouring over him like he owned the rain itself. “So you’re the new nanny. Madonna, right?” He didn’t cover himself. Didn’t flinch. Just let me look while he looked right back, gaze dragging down my blouse, my skirt, my legs like he was already peeling me out of my clothes with his mind. “Peeking already? What do you want to see, Mommy?” The word hit me like a slap—filthy, deliberate, laced with that rich-boy arrogance that made my stomach tighten and my nipples pebble against my bra. I took one stumbling step back, heart hammering.

ARABELLA “Don't flatter yourself, Queen Arabella. I didn't bring you here for that reason. You've had a very long week, and I assumed you needed some time to unwind. I thought watching this beautiful view might make you feel better.” “So, it's pity?” I asked. “No.” He shook his head. “Don't take it the wrong way. That's not what I meant.” “Then why didn't you bring your woman here to watch the first snowfall with her? Instead, you brought a stranger here just because you wanted her to unwind?”

Ara smiled back politely. The night seems to be dreadful rather than enjoyable for Ara. She did appreciate the new experience but the place really is not meant for her. If only Erikka hadn’t begged her for real she wouldn’t even think about coming to a place where so much indecency is going on. After the last shot of whatever Ronald had served her she searched for Erikka who had been dancing with another guy she found cute. “Erikka!” she called out loud. She couldn’t see the faces of the people on the dance floor. It’s too dark and the lights are blinding her sight. “Damn it, Erikka. Where the hell are you?” she mumbled to herself. Feeling the call of nature she climbs off the stool to go on

Feeling disgusted, Arabella quickly stood up to leave the room. “The way you’re acting now was telling me that you are jealous. Am I right? ” Bill said calmly but with a serious tone. The three girls threw down a gauntlet to her enough to provoke. Arabella clenched her fists. The emperor and his enslaved harlots versus her. “You are thinking too much of yourself. Keep dreaming! ” Arabella would not accept defeat from a lustful man. She got a glass from the table and poured a drink then she shot it in one gulped. After, she poured a drink again and went back to her seat.

She thought that this beautiful sister would not want to visit hers house which was not as nice as most people. Really angelic heart. "I'll be waiting for your arrival, sis! What's your sister's name, by the way?" asked Shyla with her childlike innocent gaze. And Bella was already annoyed with the little girl. If Shyla wasn't eating, maybe Bella had kissed the little girl's cheek. "Bella. The name of Arabella's sister," Bella replied. And the little girl nodded in understanding. "Sister's name is very good. Perfect with beautiful sister." The little girl's words suddenly made Bella's cheeks flushed red. Shyla praised too much.

It was a mixture of anger, pride and mischief. "Tell me, Arabella. Did you think I was unprofessional when I had my tongue all over your aching clit? Did you think I was unprofessional when you spilled your juices all over my face because you could not hold back your desire, your pleasure? When I filled my mouth with your nipples and you begged me to give you more of me, did you think that we were unprofessional then Arabella stared at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. She had known he would react to her statement, but she had not prepared for the trip down the memory lane, and her cheeks felt warm just hearing him say all those naughty things to her.

Chapter 1 Little Arabella Arabella I'm Arabella Harrison,and seated at the other end of my room is my great-grandmother. , today I'm going to be presented to the white crystal goddess in order to be chosen and blessed as the next great white wolf and alpha of our pack.