Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝"
The sky had darkened entirely, with only a few dotted stars visible. As we progressed up the line, my gaze shifted away from it.
My palms were sweating profusely, and I jerked my hand away from Roman's, thinking it might gross him out.
Currently, we were in a queue for a ride. A ride I deeply resented and avoided all night to go on.
Nicolo and Kara, on the other hand, both forced all six of us to go on it.
My mouth parted once we all made it in front of the horror house.
This haunted house ride's theme was influenced by a new horror film that had just come out this spring.
Nicolo smiled broadly and my heart tempo picked up.
If you hadn't guessed already, I fucking hate everything to do with horror. Especially jump scares.
"Only two at time folks!" The worker in front of us shouted just as two boys ahead of us walked through, holding hands.
"Aydan and I will go first," Nicolo stated, a big grin on his face.
Aydan looked a little unsure of this but walked up to the front either way.
The man waited a few seconds before letting them through. After a minute of walking through the hidden doors, Kara and Theo were next.
I felt my stomach drop to my ass as Roman and I approached the front.
"Oh gosh," I muttered nervously as the man examined both of us.
I looked up at Roman, who had taken my hand in his. He peered down at me emotionlessly but caressed my palm soothingly to calm me down.
"Alright, have fun guys," The man moved to the side and opened the door with one arm.
"You go first," I said as I took a position behind him.
He chuckled amusedly as he walked through the room, and I trailed following him into the darkness.
My grip on his hand was tightening, and the area we proceeded into was dimly lit with only a few blue led bulbs on the walls.
"Oh fuck," I exclaimed as my anxiety grew and my eyes feverishly scanned everywhere.
He chuckled deeply yet again.
"Relax, Ella."
I scoffed and stayed right behind him as we made our way through the dimly lit corridor.
We went through another door, and the room was significantly brighter, despite the flashing lights that encircled it.
There was fake blood all over the walls, possessed looking dolls sat all over the room, and a girl dressed in a white dress with her hair falling in front of her eyes—sat in a rocking chair in the far corner of the room.
