Arthur Blank Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"I don't have time for your nonsense, I won't warn you twice, I don't know what you or your mother think you are, but whatever you're telling my mother, I need you to stop." Arthur smirked, holding one hand up, signalling the girls to stop. One of them handed him his robe which he put on as he walked up to me. Arthur and I shared our father's features, and could almost be mistaken for twins except he had his mother's red hair while mine was jet black. Like me, he was six feet four, his skin was tanned too, and he had well defined muscles. He put one hand on my shoulder, "you shouldn't let them get to you, unless, you have something to fear."

Arthur was sitting alone in a darkened corner booth, holding a glass of vodka in his hands. He was not garbed in his usual fancy designer suits. Like Victory, tonight Arthur was also on a mission. His thick dark hair was covered by a nondescript brown trucker cap, his face partially hidden in the shadows. He was wearing a navy blue buttoned down shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Like a speck of dust, he blended in with his surroundings, unnoticeable and uninteresting by those around him.

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.

But they aren’t really my fault. My responsibilities tend to go the wrong way, it’s not my doing. I breathe out, and look out the window. My thoughts drift back to Arthur. He’s the dream guy. He’s huge and tall. He’s handsome, smart, funny sometimes. He’s just everything. I shouldn’t be falling for a guy like him. My family wouldn’t be happy if they find out. “You didn’t tell dad about Arthur saving me, did you?” I nervously ask Luke, he tells Dad everything.

It was a sincere answer without revealing too much about his own feelings because he wasn’t yet sure how he felt about her. Sia was struck anew,both by the honesty and beauty of this man in front of her. He truly was handsome. Arthur had been intimidating not only with his whiteblond hair and deep violet eyes (something that her son had inherited from him) but also with his personality. He didn’t really want a wife; he wanted a sex slave. It caused her immense pain to even think about him, but he was a part of her past she couldn’t erase, a part that haunted her to this very day.

Ethan whispered, his voice broken. “I’m not done,” Liam snapped, his eyes never leaving Arthur’s. “You call him a disappointment? He’s the most brilliant architect I’ve ever met. He sees things in his head that you couldn't even dream of. He’s not your crutch, and he’s sure as hell not your shadow. He’s his own person, and if you can’t see that, then you’re the one who’s blind.” Arthur stood up, his face a mottled, ugly purple. “You dare speak to me like this in my home? You are nothing! You are a gutter-rat who managed to find a suit!”

If she could expose him using Hamilton as the base, the ripple effect would destabilize the entire corporation between the two families. Unlike Hamilton, who deals in the Tech world, the Greys are a family of artists and creatives. Musicians, movie stars, art experts and the like. They are a family that would do anything to keep their reputation clean. Arthur had been a genius musician, which led him to the wrong part. Being a genius, he gets things done easily. Things others struggle to do are like breathing to him, making him easily bored. His boredom led to him mixing with the wrong crowd at a young age. "Well, this isn't my fault." She breathed out. "You are just collateral damage. I nee

In the end, he chose to give up. He did not want to return to the hopeless days of the past. In fact, Arthur felt better now that Blair discovered his identity. He could finally put down this heavy burden. Blair stared at Arthur and laughed coldly. He thought someone like Arthur, trained as an undercover assassin from a young age, would have some backbone. Unexpectedly, he was already begging for mercy before Blair said anything. However, Arthur was not begging him to spare his life but rather not to reveal the truth to Tracey.

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"You’re right. It is a win-win. However, when I choose a partner, I place a high premium on their personal character." Arthur’s face went instantly dark. He had a reputation for being a stable, "Old Money" gentleman. For Xavier Grayson—a man known throughout Haicheng for using shadow tactics and ruthless aggression—to talk about "character" was the ultimate irony. "What is that supposed to mean?" Arthur hissed.