Arthur And Invisible Novels & Stories

It felt surreal being barely thirty-six and having a grown daughter; it’d been a long day. It was his phone buzzing in his pocket that drew him away from his thoughts. He looked at the text and sighed, this should be interesting. He was supposed to have met Gwen for dinner tonight and he’d completely forgotten. Gwen was his Mistress and though he’d never led her to believe so and even warned her against it, she had ideas about their future. He thought about how it would look to his daughter to have a Mistress around her. Could he seriously introduce his child to Gwen and not hate himself for it? He didn’t even have to think about that question.

The gesture is so easy, so domestic, it’s a physical blow. This isn’t a taunt. It’s not some grotesque parody. It’s perfect. It’s a life built on a single, different choice. A world where he was never corrupted. Where I never had to become a vessel for cosmic sorrow. We’re just… people. Ordinary. Happy. A hand grips mine. I jump. It’s my Arthur, standing beside me, his face pale, his eyes wide with the same devastating hunger I feel. He’s seeing it too. “It’s not real,” he whispers, but the words have no strength. They’re a prayer, not a statement.

Meanwhile as soon as she left Arthur's phone rang, an encrypted number appeared on the screen,” speak,” he said as soon as it was connected “Boss, the invisible dragons are making their moves, they secretly had someone investigate your family and they instead got a lead on Miss Clara,” the speaker said as Arthur's veins almost popped out from anger. “ Intersect their team and……” his voice dropped, “ got it boss, “ the speaker said as if understanding the meaning behind the silence. He called Clara as soon as the call dropped but her line wasn't connecting, he called his people who he placed in the dark to protect her and after knowing she was safe he went to freshen up for work.

Lumiére muttered, attempting to clarify his intentions. Arin couldn't help but snort in disbelief at Lumiére's claim. "I love how you think you're invisible," he spat sarcastically, his tone laced with skepticism. Lumiére, undeterred by Arin's skepticism, met his gaze with a determined expression. He arched an eyebrow and retorted, "... I actually possess the ability to become invisible. Remember? It's one of my special abilities." Arin let out a weary sigh, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. Lumiére could see the exhaustion etched on Arin's face, clear evidence of his inner turmoil.

He bellowed. Arthur's eyes changed into reddish black. He launched at the first, smashing his head into the vehicle's driver's window. He paced to the other with a curvy punch landing straight to the cheek. Both men fell unconscious while Arthur heaved a light sigh. His eyes ranged across the streets for any stalky eyes. And when he was certain no one had witnessed his dreadful actions, he strolled away. ###### Arthur walked in his dazzling white shirt complemented with a fitted faint blue jean under the setting orange sun. His eyes scaling about for ladies that would entertain him for the night. Until they landed on the gym rooted at the roadside. Nothing about the small building had intri

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

“That’s how Richard kept me quiet. He sent money through fake companies. He hoped I’d go away. But I found one last page of David’s journal, hidden in a book.” Arthur’s face turned pale. “It mentions a meeting. Not with Richard but with someone else. A partner. Someone even worse.” Leah leaned in. “Who was it? Who?” Before Arthur could answer, a loud banging came from the front door. It wasn’t a normal knock, it was strong and angry. Arthur’s face filled with fear. “They found me,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have called you.” Leah pulled out her hidden gun. “Who are they?”

He flawlessly takes me to dance with him and in each spin, the light coming from the window reflects his violet eyes so perfectly. The rain stopped pouring and the sun started to shine at us from the big open window. It seems like the world had stopped for us. It didn't matter if I remember everything or not- one thing is for sure, I did not want to forget about this moment right here. "Is anybody here?" Someone asked as they stepped inside si we immediately hide ourselves by the shelves. Arthur was holding me close until we waited for that person to disappear. I whispered softly, "Are they gone?"

He felt incredibly close to Claire, even though they were still separated by walls and family rules. Suddenly, Arthur’s phone vibrated in his pocket. A call from Natalie. Arthur looked at the screen with a gaze of pure disgust, as if Natalie were an insignificant annoyance. He turned off the phone and tossed it onto the hard mattress. "Do not bother me, Natalie. I am busy guarding my future," Arthur whispered. He sat back down in front of the window, gripping his large telephoto camera. Moonlight spilled in, illuminating a face that looked pale and full of madness. Arthur was waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the chance to take more pictures, and waiting for the right moment to make his move

Thankfully, he could use his illusion magic to make the guard appear just like him. He had to go out before someone found out the missing guard. “Can you show me the way out?” “Sure, of course!” his face beamed innocently. “Don’t tell anybody about this. Someday you’ll understand.” The young prince nodded. He held his hand, and they climbed up on towering stairs. Their ascent was long as if they had just got up from the deepest part of the earth. Airoh realized he was contained in the deep dungeon of Argia’s watchtower.