Artful Dodger Novels & Stories

Another lady came in. "You see you see your life? That's what we were telling you. Auntie SPEC, always craving for young boys in multi-colored socks, cross bag, and iPhone. 'I LOVE GUYS WITH BEARDS' Just take a look at your aftermath. You said you wanted to 'chop' life. I hope you have enjoyed it to your fullest. It definitely gave you more than you bargained for. Werey (Madwoman) You also wanted to feel among and 'oppress'. You finally ended up being the one oppressed. Do you think that a well-to-do guy would marry a liability like you? After living your life recklessly, you think you can lift the burden of your deserved consequences and put it on his head? No way! A man shall pay for his

he immediate dodge the thing and when he check what is it Sunny scalp suddenly went numb! the figure of the thing that man throws to them was a firecracker! and its end was already blazing! *BBBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!* an explosion from it happened in front of them! “here’s are some parting gift to you morons!”- ? “you’re leaving your friends here!?”- Art he just looks at the sleeping body of his group and shakes his head “they are only tools! remember my name! I am Bidal and no one can stop me!”- Bidal

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

"I'm sure I want him to have this gift. I picked it just for him. You can tell him that if you want. I have a feeling he'll find it funny." Adam snorted, "I have a feeling he doesn't find much funny unless he's laughing at his own jokes." Adam had good instincts. I could imagine Art being the kind of Alpha who only laughed at his own strange sense of humor. "Get going. You need to deliver those then be back here to get me before I give up on you and take a cab. You know how I feel about cabs." I could practically feel Adam shudder through the phone connection as he agreed to get on with his errands.

"I refuse!" The geezer remained determined. "Hmph." Huub snorted at his stubbornness and stepped aside. His goon caught his cue right then. He was naturally a powerful martial artist—that was how he got the job. He strode forward right then and lifted the geezer off the ground, his face inches away from the geezer's as he growled threateningly, "Do you know who you're trying to con here? This is Huub Droitner of Bralog's Droitner Incorporated! It seems that you're really asking for it!"

This time another world came out from the mere abyss. From a car as luxurious as the one Mrs. de la Barrera had gotten out of, an old man did the same. He was around in his 70’s, someone who kept on his own feet despite the walking stick in his right hand, whose name was Arturo de la Fuente.

“Don’t worry, Volkov. You’ll still have me around to argue with after all this.” I forced myself to redirect my gaze back to the square. It was already filling with faces—merchants, workers, mothers clutching their children tight. Everyone was waiting for a voice, for a spark. That spark wouldn’t come from me—not just yet—but from the one man Arturo underestimated. The caretaker. He was already there, standing by the fountain's edge, his weathered cap pulled low and a bundle held tightly under his arm. The ledger. My father had written him off years ago as just a shadow, someone easily forgotten. That’s exactly why he would succeed.

Sienna: My heart raced against my ribcage as I saw the hellhounds dragging Marcus toward the doors which had opened. He tried escaping them, but wherever he went, they would just appear, ten times his size, and would just drag him. This time, three of them dragged him by his collar before another man appeared, walking out of the door to look at him. Arturo nodded at the man before he nodded and smiled, taking a step back. The smile was faint, but it was there, and then, as if nothing happened, everything went completely quiet.

Upon returning to the house, Jhon and his wife got out of the carriage that was bringing them. However, they saw a man walking towards them. It was Arturo, the apprentice who worked a few months ago as the doctor's assistant, he looked a little bad, he had longer hair and a badly manicured beard. "What are you doing here, traitor?" Said the Jhon to him. "I came to apologize to you, I made a mistake for telling the royal guards what happened, they forced me to talk."

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?"