Novel & Cerita Arthur Blank Ethnicity

At least I had Arthur with me and I'm not ashamed to say that he's my favourite of the three. As I stayed with Arthur on his bed, waiting for him to fall asleep, I wondered why he was blond. If Ann was the exact copy of Charity and both Julien and Charity weren't blonds, how come Arthur was blond? I don't think I've ever seen a child that had a completely different hair colour, it was either brighter than or darker than his parents. Hmm, I could consider grandparents; if any one was blond, then my sweet Arthur could be blond too. He was sleeping now, so I placed a kiss on his forehead and left for my room. Julien had his back turned so I believed he was sleeping already. Without making a sou

Then he put a pillow on Ethan's back so that he could lean back and then said in a calm voice, "It's not a big deal. The guard will fix the door soon" Then Evan said, "Thank you very much for coming to our help immediately after receiving my call." At Evan's words, Arthur nodded and asked, "Is your mother's blood type Rhnull?" Ethan had been waiting for this question for so long. When Arthur finally asked them this question, he replied, "Our mother's blood group is O positive, but our blood group is Rhnull. I think maybe our deceased father's blood group was Rhnull, and genetically that's our blood group too."

After a moment, Ethan gave a small nod. “My name’s Arthur,” he said, extending his hand. Ethan hesitated, then accepted. “I’m Ethan. Nice to meet you.” Arthur smiled faintly. “Same here. Waiting for your dad?” “Yeah. But he’s probably busy again. Maybe my mom will come instead.” Ethan tilted his head. “What about you? Is your dad picking you up?” Arthur’s chest tightened. He lowered his gaze. “I don’t have a dad. Just my mom.”

I noticed the way he fell completely silent and paled several shades lighter when he saw Ella’s birthmark. I supposed, in a way, it was good that he was willing to talk. Otherwise, I would have had to corner him and demand to know what his problem was. “Alright, what is it?” I prompted. Arthur appeared troubled and rather lost on how to start. A few seconds passed and his expression grew pinched with irritation. He bit back a sneer as though he was growing frustrated at himself. “Fuck it,” he snarled. “I might as well just come out and say it. There is a very likely chance that our grandfather may have been the reason why the Moon Wolf Tribe no longer exists.”

“Come in. But I don’t have much time.” Inside, the house was dark and crowded with old furniture, books, and papers. The smell of dust and stale coffee hung in the air. They sat in a small living room. The TV was on but muted. Pictures and documents were everywhere. The old man sat down slowly. “My name is Arthur. Arthur Finch.” “Leah Martinez,” she said, then pointed to Jason. “And this is Jason Walker.” Arthur stared at Jason. His eyes held a mix of sadness and something else maybe blame. “You look just like your father. Exactly like him.”

"Do you guys have a nice trip to the palace, Daddy, Brother Julian, and Brother Sean? And, where is big brother Arthur?" "I am here." An exhausted voice replied. Arthur is teleported directly on the sofa and plopped down beside his mother. "Those three are the worst! I almost couldn't hold their ridiculous outburst when they heard you went missing for overnight, Seiran." Seiran chuckles. Her oldest brother, Arthur, is a mix of their mother and father. He had their father's gold hair with a hint of black on the very end, combed stylishly to the back of his head, and their mother's oceanic eyes. Previously, his bother is very protective of her. However, when Seiran reached eighteen years old,

Arther was too busy for working and unfortunately, he really just liked the work activities that he had been doing so far about right now actually. And maybe, Arther even forget how to get relaxed for a while about back then actually. Moreover, apart from taking care of his job as a mafia, Arther also has to take care of his Pack. Yes, Arther is a werewolf. Arther is an Alpha of the Blake Light Pack. After all, those two things were still Arther's responsibility to do about.

I pulled the heavy blanket up over his bare shoulders, tucking it in so the morning chill wouldn't wake him. He was a puzzle I couldn't solve, and it was starting to anger me. When I first found out his name was Arthur and not Raine, I had managed to stop myself from digging into his past. I had told myself it didn't matter. He was a dancer from the lower district, a boy who lied to keep his job, and that was all I needed to know.

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

An acknowledgment. "Arthur." Cyrus sat, sliding the second cup across the table. "Tell me about your brother. Start with his blood type, end with why he thinks he's immortal." Arthur's laugh was a broken thing, surprised out of him. "O-negative. Universal donor. Typical Theo—gives to everyone, takes nothing." "And the immortality?" The smile faded. Arthur wrapped his hands around the cup, though he didn't drink.