Arthur And The Invisibles Cast 2 の小説・ストーリー

“You can’t tell anyone else. I doubt that anyone would believe you anyway.” Arthur waved his hand dismissively. “I understand your reasoning completely. It doesn’t sound remotely true, yet I believe it. Is the otherworldly being here right now?” “No,” Clara said. “He’s been present for some of our conversations before though.” Arthur smiled. “That explains those strange things you do sometimes. You were communicating with an invisible person the whole time.” Clara pouted when she heard that. She thought her nods to Caiden were subtle enough to go unnoticed.

"Sorry to disappoint you!" Wilbur turned and kicked Clark. Clark landed and grabbed his chest in pain. He looked at Wilbur coldly. Then, he vanished again. Wilbur smirked when he saw that. He said, "It's useless. Your invisibility spell is too amateur. You can't fool me, so you better show yourself." Wilbur made a fist with his right hand and punched toward his left. With an audible thump, the invisible Clark appeared once more, knocked back by Wilbur's powerful punch.

I continued with a sneer. Urgh! I hated his guts. I wondered how Star managed to keep up with his irritating ass. If he were my mate, I would`ve cast him into a prison world to rot forever. He glared at me but didn’t respond to me; instead, he turned to my father. “What do we do now?” He asked. “We torture answers out of them.” Father turned to look at me. “Amelia?” I understood immediately. We faced the trapped invisibles and began chanting a spell, boiling the blood in their veins all at the same time. The veins in their heads were visible as they screamed in excruciating pain, begging for us to stop.

Cara’s hands covered her mouth as she stared at the lifeless body of Arthur. Adrian's eyes immediately became red when he saw Arthur’s body on the bed. He then walked over to it and tried to touch it but to his surprise, his hand went through the body. “Why can’t I touch him?” he growled as he slowly started shifting. “Because I’m not dead,” Arthur answered as he came out of the bathroom and he was holding an unconscious Amelia in his arms. Adrian immediately jumped back when Arthur, who was on the bed and Amelia , who was lying unconscious on the floor, disappeared.

After five long years, he saw his boss smiling for the first time. Arthur moved towards them and said in the softest voice possible, "Why are you playing here instead of attending classes?" Alina was a little surprised to hear Arthur's words and hid behind Evan. Evan immediately hugged her. Ethan turned around with a villainous smile and looked into Arthur's eyes and asked, "Who are you to ask this?"

The heavy plates slid aside, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, white-blue light. In the center of the room stood Arthur Vane. He was standing over a holographic terminal, his fingers dancing across a display of glowing biometric keys. Half of his face was a work of liquid-silver art, the metal shifting and pulsing as if it were alive. He didn't look like my father anymore. He looked like a masterpiece of the Council’s madness.

For a split second, I see it: a flash of raw, ugly entitlement in his eyes. A monster that looks exactly like Ethan, or even worse. He leans down, his teeth baring, his hand reaching for my throat to stop my protests… I let out a small, broken sob, turning my face away. The tension in the air snaps. The pressure on my wrists vanishes instantly. Arthur pulls back as if he’s been burned. In the blink of an eye, the mask is back. The darkness is sucked back into the shadows, replaced by the mask of the doting husband.

He has my attention too. I see one of Arthur’s picture. It’s so lovely. He’s not a smiley guy, but even with his frown face, he’s like a handsome model. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re smiling at my picture?” Arthur walks in on me, admiring his picture. For fuck sake. Can’t he just be anywhere else? “Do you mind? I’m busy.” I clear my throat, feeling so uncomfortable. He comes in and sits close to me. I still don’t look at him, even though he’s staring at my face.

Arthur hinted, pasting his face right in front of Travis's face, urging him to look at him, straight in the eyes. "What…! No! Nothing happened!" Clearing his throat, Travis aired in a suddenly brittle voice that poorly broke with audible embarrassment. "Oh, really? You mean…nothing happened when you came back with eyes that were glowing and red?" Wearing a vibrant, suspicious smile, Arthur hissed, ensuring that every letter in his words sank deep into Travis's ears.

not anymore. There was a loud bang and it took Evan some time to realize that it wasn't the gun that went off; rather, it was the door being burst open, stealing the hunter's attention and pausing the execution. Evan opened his eyes and looked at the door with curious hope and not a lot of expectance, but he smiled when he saw the man who stood in the doorway straight and proper, impeccably dressed in a three piece suit with a velvet top hat and a gold chained watch. It was Arthur.