Artful Dodger Book Novels & Stories

I left the bar but missed the bus. Oh, bloody hell! It's dark, and I must wait for another bus to arrive. I'm standing outside, staying under the light to keep myself visible. I look around to find the streets busy, and people are passing by. I looked around to make sure some stranger wanted to talk to me. "Hey beautiful," a drunk man approached me. His walk is unstable as he tries to walk right. He's like a baby who just started walking with their chubby legs. I remember Leo first walk made me go in awe, but that man made me gag.

“Lucid, girl. Now, we dance.” END BOOK 1

A group of travelers has gathered nearby—merchants, families, a woman with too many books for someone who insists she is not a scholar. They argue about whether to cross here or move upstream. I listen, quietly amused, as Arthur keeps himself deliberately uninvolved. His hands twitch once, then still. He catches my look and smiles faintly, sheepish. They make a decision I would not have advised. They cross anyway. They lose a crate. They gain a story. Later, as we sit on the bank with our feet in the water, Arthur asks, “Do you miss it?” He doesn’t have to clarify.

Dodger spat out. The behemoth of a man placed the two girls in the van, and climbed in after word. “Those are the prettiest free range I have ever seen. And they are clean. Where did you find them?” Ratchet asked, his curiosity peaked from their appearance. “Don’t matter none. Just take em to the pet shop. They cost me plenty.” Dodger’s words were dripping with rage and distain for the girls. “Besides it ain’t your job to ask questions. Your job is to keep your mouth shut and keep this hunk of shit running. That’s what I bought and paid for.”

“Your book… it made it feel possible. Not easy. But possible. Like you don’t have to have all the power. You just have to be more annoying.” I laughed. “That’s the unofficial slogan.” On the drive home, exhilarated and exhausted, we dissected the night in the car. “Did you see the guy taking notes during your ‘asymmetrical narrative engagement’ bit?” Chloe asked Arthur from the backseat. “He looked like he was trying to diagram your soul.” “He was a sociology PhD candidate. He asked for my sources,” Arthur said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “I sold three copies of the book,” I said, still amazed. “To actual strangers.”

She muttered in a dark tone while Noah smirked at her response. "Why? Surprised? What did you thought that I died? Defeating the Artful Dodger is not a cup of tea sweetheart. Maybe you and your so-called husband or shall I say your new man should had been careful about that. Well, what can I even expect from a person who only lives on the mercy of able-bodied guys and switched them from time to time to save her scaredy little ass...Tsk Tsk, pathetic woman, I pity you, Pussycat"

I don't wanna. 'You can do it, master!' 'Okay fine! But promise me that you will catch up.' 'I promise.' Custard, nuzzled my leg for good luck before he ran towards the cell guards. He started barking at them a few times to catch their attention. "Hey. What are you doing here?" One of the guards demanded. In response, Custard went and nabbed at the guard's leg. The guard grunted and attempted to strike Custard with his spear. Custard, my good little boy, decided that he wanted the spear. He grabbed it just as it swung towards him and pulled. Now Custard had the spear and was tempting the guard to chase him. To be sure that he can get the two of them to follow him he raced to the other guard

“Wands, batons, clubs, and staves. The artisans with their symbolism and character of having the utmost creativity and will.” Almost cracking a laugh with excitement and trill that he couldn’t wait to see and bring forth to the last and final loop. He just draws a cunning smile, thinking about those people, the characters, and their role to be played, when the book of Dylan opens. “Why not?” Giggling once more, the list of those people is now written in front of him. Looking, observing, and all in his amusing world. The following are written. “NATE FIGURER.”

In less than five minutes all the comrades in the field concurred with Stanley's decision as they were so delighted and curious to watch the show all over again. Some also placed a bet that it was either the young man will die or Lucien will save him. But will Lucien be generous to save him again? "It has been decided Mr. Dodger, so can you go forth and show us your excellent dodging skills once again," Declan mumbled sarcastically his sinister smile never leaving his face. After all, he was enjoying himself and was confident that if Lucien doesn't interfere something harmful was about to happen. And the sweetest part? He wished Lucien won't interfere so the young man could go to hell becaus

Chapter 68 Arthur's face twisted with rage as he glared at Sarah. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he spat. "But you're not. You're just a foolish little girl who thinks she can take on me." Sarah stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not afraid of you, Arthur," she said, her voice steady. Arthur's laughter was cold and menacing. "You should be," he sneered. "I'm the one who's been making headlines, who's been making your life a living hell. And you think you can just waltz in here and confront me?"