Arthur Adventure Books Novels & Stories

“They’re beautiful. Imagine the stories they could tell if they could talk.” Arthur said, "I bet they wouldn’t tell as good a story as Gina Gentlehammer.” I laughed. Mia laugh-snorted. “Daddy, you’re being silly. I didn’t know you could be silly.” “I can be silly,” Arthur said, but something grabbed his attention, and he was distracted. “Let’s go in.” Arthur had found a small painting, barely bigger than my palm. It was a mother and daughter looking at a mama and baby swan. “I’ll take it,” Arthur told the gallery clerk in Italian. He looked at me and then at Mia. “So we can remember this trip.”

he yelled furiously. "You never said a damn word! You were too busy kicking me in the ass!” Rainer spouted back. The guard backed off and sighed, “It’s Arthur. My name is Arthur Pendragon, and I’m required to keep this on at all times.” “Wait. Like the king from the legends?" asked Rainer in awe. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to the floor that Rainer was familiar with "You talk too much." Arthur said as he stepped out. “I used to not say much, but I’m starting to see that was a bad thing.” replied Rainer.

“Arthur Paddington was a kind man, but an ambitious one. He sought out the secret society of the shine and discovered that the wealthiest and most powerful was the Northrup family. Edward was already bonded to a young woman. So, he immediately went into negotiations to bond me with Bart. Bart was not the firstborn, but being connected to his family provided a good many perks that made mothers and fathers wail in despair when they learned that my parent’s daughter had won the contract. “Sadly. As I grew into a young woman, I found that the more time that I spent with Bart, the less I liked him. In fact, I will go as far as to say that I despised him.” She gave my father a soft smile.

I took a deep breath and forced my legs to start moving. Jack looked concerned. Not that I could blame him really. I’m sure I was acting more than a little jumpy for just “looking at some pictures.” As far as he knew anyway. I held the book out for him, but he just stared down at the cover in confusion. I think he was expecting more of a traditional kind of album. I pushed the book into his hands. "Arthur has a special way to hide his 'special' photos," I explained.

“Arthur says box four is mostly financial notes, but the margins of the books inside it contain recipes, observations about architecture, three pages of thoughts about what the Thomas family should have done differently, and what appears to be the beginning of a short story.” I look at him. “Gerald Thomas was writing a short story,” I say. “The beginning of one,” Samuel says. “Arthur is not certain if it was intentional or if Gerald was simply thinking on paper and it became a narrative.” He pauses. “It is about a man who builds an empire and realizes too late that the empire is the thing he built instead of the life.” “That is not the beginning of a short story,” I say. “That is an autobiog

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

She had sneaked into the library quite a few times before to know the way around it. One after another books appeared, and finally after summoning at least twenty books, she exclaimed, “Finally!” Arthur huffed loudly and moved closer and read the title of the book, “The Bestiary.” “I have read this,” Arthur spoke without any interest. “So, can you tell me what kind of beast are we dealing with here?” Mila asked. Arthur just shrugged.

I am truly puzzled. My confusion deepens when Arthur places the book on the table. It instantly disappears. Poof! Like it was never here at all! We both gasp and it takes a while before we come back to our senses. Now, I cannot help but consider Arthur's earlier speculation. Is this a gift or a trap? "What now, Aiden?" Arthur asks in surprise. "Luckily, I snapped pictures of the pages of the book before I called you. Here, take a look." I hand him my phone and the expression on his face is epic.

Why is Arthur so sensitive whenever his mother is mentioned? She rubbed her eyes, exhaustion washing over her. Today had been too much. She got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned back, planning to take a short nap before continuing to read the notebook. Maybe she’d find more clues about Arthur—since even now, she didn’t have the courage to ask him directly who he truly was. — When she opened her eyes again, she was underwater. She instinctively covered her mouth. ‘No!’ She raised her arms, trying to swim upward when she spotted a child’s figure sinking.