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.

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.

His fist flies through the air toward Harvey. He has a lot of strength and determination behind the swing, but he lacks skill and experience. Harvey has no trouble dodging it, easily ducking out of the way as it goes past. My brother doesn’t even have to do anything; Arthur manages to trip and stumble, losing his balance and falling to the ground, all by himself. I bite my lip as Arthur picks himself up, looking more than embarrassed. His face is so red, I can practically feel the steam rising off him.

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.”

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

Qin Haodong squatted down, looked at her playfully, and said, ”You're not good enough to take a hostage. The female thief had never been treated like this. She cried out in annoyance and said, "Let me go, or both of you will be dead!" Qin Haodong said calmly, ”You're just a stupid thief. Please, don't be so arrogant." She shouted angrily, "I'm not stupid. I'm Artful Dodger." "Artful Dodger? It sounds quite unique but you're not worthy of this name. You've stolen toilet paper twice from me and you still dare to call yourself an artful dodger?"

“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.”

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?"