Arthur And Sadie Novels & Stories

His voice was soft as tears fell on his face. “I'm so sorry Arthur. I'm really sorry.” “Oh, you remember me. I thought my disguise worked.” Arthur's laughter sent ice coursing through Scott's veins. "You're too late for a plea, Scott. The game is over now and you've lost." Arthur lifted up his gun, aiming at Sarah's face, while his hands still grilled her neck. “Any last words?” He said to her but the fear in her never let her speak. Her gaze shifted to her husband then Arthur pulled the trigger.

No Callie, if she was you would've seen her already just go on in and be a nice girl, remember she isn't one of us" I watch Callie take slow but graceful strides away from me and towards the door, I sigh In delight I'm lucky I have Callie as a mate, I feel bad for Arthur lately he's gloomy itigjt have to do with his parting away from William but he doesn't know how necessary having a mate is, it's like having your other half , you feel what he or she feels you know what they know ,you love them unrequitedly LAURA

Narrowed my eyes at the two men at his side. Arthur laughed fully. Reached for his mate's hand and patted it gently. "The boys have been inseparable since we first moved here so many years ago. We watched them grow up. Gave them all hidings when necessary. I fear we might have knocked a few brain cells too many times." He mused and winked at his wife. Mrs. Paradces giggled. Slapped her mate's arm playfully. "Maybe we should have tried to knock more sense into them, Arthur. Maybe then they would let go of this life."

I said and Arthur eyed the two of us suspiciously before letting out a groan. “Yes, I was just leaving. Think about what I said, mate. This isn’t over.” He spat out and then shifted himself, running away. My anger was replaced with sadness. I can’t believe I let someone like that be my mate. Aria eyed me with equal amounts of sadness and then grabbed my hand as we began heading to the checkpoint.

A vow to always protect them, to never let Sarah suffer a single grievance, and to make their daughter the happiest little princess in the world. Arthur’s face paled. These memories felt as fresh as if they had happened only last night, yet his relationship with Sarah had devolved into that of "the most familiar strangers". He found himself wondering: Why did we get to this point? Whose fault is it?. The Sisters’ Retreat Back at the car, Chloe Bishop was worried about how long Sarah had been gone. Sarah climbed into the car, holding the sleeping Maddy in her arms, and calmly explained that she had run into Arthur and argued with him.

But to my surprise, Ezra doesn’t pull away just yet. Instead, he reaches forward and taps a button on the dashboard. A screen descends from the ceiling of the car, flickering to life with a live news broadcast. The presidential seal is visible on a podium, and a crowd of reporters waits expectantly, cameras flashing. Suddenly, Arthur walks into frame. The room falls silent as he adjusts the microphone and looks directly into the camera. And then, without preamble, Arthur leans into the microphone and says, “My mate is a human. We have a son together, and I’m tired of keeping them hidden away in the dark.”

They are preparing some food, and Arthur is busy with some files. "Where is Sab?" I stand in front of Arthur. "He is in the city," he states, not looking up. "Doing what?" I fold my arms. "Fetching your kid, your clothes, and Quin's phone," he finally looks up, and his face is neutral. "But didn't we agree that Echo is to go with him because I don't trust your guy friend?"

"Thanks to you." "Oh, shush," Sadie says with a blush. "How's mom today?" "Same as yesterday." I take a sip from the glass and set it back down. Sadie reaches over my legs and grabs the controller next to me. She unpauses the game and sees Arthur Morgan fishing by the pond. "You and dad used to fish when the weather allowed it," Sadie reminisces. "You came with us a few times but it wasn't your thing," I add. "Remember when dad had time to fish?"

Sarah replied, walking over to the car. "Ah, okay! Well, I'm headed in that direction too. Want a ride?" Arthur offered, smiling. Sarah hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, thanks! I'd love a ride." As she got into the car, Arthur asked, "So, how's it going? How's Nicholas?" Sarah blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "It's going great, actually. We're back together." Arthur grinned. "That's awesome! I'm really happy for you guys."

Aron stopped and looked back, startled. "I gave up on life long ago," Arthur said, staring at Hilda and the twins. "The only reason I stayed alive was to protect you until you could protect yourself. But now... sadness, regret, and emptiness eat at me every day. Sometimes when I’m in a fight, I find myself hoping someone puts a bullet in my head—just to end it all." "Why are you telling me this now?" Aron asked, his fists clenched. "Because I feel guilty," Arthur whispered. "I changed my plans after meeting Hilda. I never expected any of this—the party, the twins, falling in love... I even want to marry her just so you’ll stop hoping."