Arthur And Sadie Novels & Stories

Besides, she is already his wife. “Thank you.” Maddie said before facing Arthur. “And thank you, Arthur.” She smiled at him. Arthur looked at his brother before nodding at him then without a word, he left. Maddie is a little disappointed as she wants to talk more with him. But she’s already happy that Artur still managed to come. That’s more than enough already for her. Maddie then realized that the number of people is starting to lessen. Theo felt Maddie’s worry so he made her face him.

I just held on and wouldn't let her go. “I love you,” I said and then Julie let out a cry and Sadie left my arms and went over to her daughter. I watched as she picked her up and hugged her. Sadie took a seat and I watched as Sadies mother walked over to Sadie and sat next to her. Sadie looked up at her mother and her mother was crying.

said Maurice. “No thanks,” said Arthur, “I’ve already eaten.” There was definitely something off about Arthur. I was sure he wasn’t what he appeared to be, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was a threat to us. It’s hard to hurt people you have no intention of seeing ever again, other than emotionally. “Good luck,” he said as he closed the door. I’d never seen him so cheerful. “I feel like he didn’t really want us here,” said Maurice. Dudley made a sad mewing sound. I think it was the pain of rejection dribbling out of him, like the last bit of air coming out of a deflated balloon.

Their lips moved in perfect sync, the passion between them igniting like a wildfire. Unbeknownst to them, they had an audience. Arthur stood in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with a mix of sadness and longing. He had been in love with Valarie for so long, and now he was forced to watch her kiss another man. Arthur's eyes welled up with tears as he stepped back, his heart heavy with sorrow. He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows. Carter, who was standing nearby, witnessed the entire scene. He saw the passion between Dominic and Valarie, and he saw Arthur's heartbreak. Carter's expression was sympathetic as he watched Arthur walk away, knowing that his friend had just

“The parameters—” “The parameters don’t account for surprise,” Arthur said, his gaze fixed on the shuddering world. “You’re reading the old stories. This one is writing itself.” He paused. “Let it.” I felt the shift. Not in the machine, but in the air between them. Arthur wasn’t offering forgiveness. That was a river dammed long ago. He was offering a purpose. A partnership. Not as friends, but as sentinels. Two men, one who lost me and one who chose me, united in the defense of the strange and new.

"I heard you and Arthur talking about sacrificing me. As in killing me." "You must have misheard." "No offense but why should I believe you about any of this?" I asked, tossing my hands out. "Arthur wouldn't hurt you." "I'm not so sure." Anthony sighed in resignation. "I know how private Arthur is but let me tell you a little bit about him," he said. I slid closer to him on the couch so he could speak more quietly. "Please, go on. I'm all ears," I answered. "When Arthur was a pup, he witnessed his father being killed."

The necklace could have been dragged further away before sinking, if it was ever to. A sharp uncomfortable noice suddenly pierced into his ear and Scott fell down, holding his ears. His brain then started vibrating and he felt and excruciating migraine. He could not stand it anymore. "Arthmata, Arthmata needs you..." a feminine whisper out of nowhere said. It was actually as if the woman or whoever it was was standing right next to him. "Who are you? Leave me alone!" Scott shouted. "Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmataaaaa." the voice had now taken an agonizing tone.

he said, giving an extravagant bow. "What's with all the 'm'ladys'?" Clara asked. Both humans looked sheepish. Arthur said, "We just got back from a renaissance fair in Texas. We're kind of in a rut." He wrung his hands, completely unsure how to proceed. "It's okay," Shamira said. "I'm new at this too." She nodded her head toward Clara. "She's here to make sure that I don't do anything wrong." "Bleh," Clara said. "It's like riding a bicycle --" Clara started to say.

“Um, for starters, your girlfriend of over 5 years whom you just broke up with two days ago, came to your office and caused a scene, and you’re telling me you don’t have any feelings of sadness or despair?” “Why should I? I broke up with her, didn’t I?” “Besides, she’s the least thing on my mind right now.” Liam’s look of confusion expanded the more. “That’s a lie.” He rebutted. Laim couldn’t believe it. Arthur was usually an emotional person. He was soft-hearted and could get emotional over little things. “I’m serious.” Arthur defended. “I’m not thinking about her right now.” “There’s someone else on my mind.” With his elbow resting and supported by the table, he nested his chin into the Cr