Arthur Blank Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Cause for all he knew he wasn't dear to her, if he was, she wouldn't have left him when he was a just BABY! Taking a sip of the juice, Arthur sat the cup down, before he turned to look at his mom. And he raised an eyebrow seeing a man standing next to his mom. The man had long blonde hair, and he was wearing red gangster jeans and a yellow hoodie. Even though his clothes looked luxurious, one could easily tell that the man was some type of gangster or Mafia, judging by the way he carried himself and the tattoos he had on his face, and neck. Arthur was perplexed, wondering who the young man was?

He glances at me, a silent question behind his green eyes. My stomach sinks slightly. I still haven’t had the opportunity to explain the reason behind Miles’ mannerisms, and frankly, I’ve been hesitant to do it. Arthur is an Alpha; there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll take issue with the fact that his son is on the spectrum. Thankfully, Arthur quickly changes the subject, getting Mrs. White settled and showing her around the apartment.

Jeremy chirped in taking a slow deep breath. Arthur merely said a word. He has been restless ever since the revelation of his mate. Seeing her up close as she slept after being captured, he thought he could find a reason to accept his fate. Just one enough reason. But the more he thought about it, the more he stared at her face, it only reminded him of the pain his clan had been made to go through from her people and it only enraged him. He had run a search on her with his computer but found nothing on her. Her identity seems to have either been well hidden for some reasons he couldn’t tell or just maybe because she was that irrelevant to her society.

The big business tycoon of a father of Arthur never gave his son a chance to live his life. “I am a gay man,” Ethan said. Arthur had his eyes wide open. He absolutely wasn’t expecting this from Ethan, from anyone. He never knew people could openly express themselves like this. “I don’t know what I am,” Arthur also admitted his thoughts. He knew he was a little shy around men but didn’t give much thought into it though. He was always intimidated by older men in his family and his father’s business partners. So, he thought this might be natural. “So…” They were interrupted by Jake’s appearance.

"While I am AB. Our blood types are not the same.” "You said his blood type was B?" Blakely widened her eyes in surprise and a second later her expression lit up. "I'm B. They can take my blood for Arthur!" Hulya gave a muffled scream. She hugged Blakely tightly and repeatedly thanked her for being a savior to her grandson.

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.

“Stand up. You made my pants dirty, you hideous monster.” Arthur was just like a poor child, he did whatever Marcus said and did not dare to argue or hesitate. Tall figure standing up, compared to Marcus about 5'11 tall, Arthur must be 5'18 or even approximately 5'19. With his outstanding height, strong and muscular muscles, his tremendous strength beyond ordinary people, his bloodthirsty, aggressive and dangerous nature, and his unrecognizable appearance as a normal person. Arthur was identical to the werewolf images recorded in ancient books.

On my grandfather’s farm, I met Arthur — a kind, good-hearted, and handsome guy. Blond, with light brown eyes — “whiskey-colored,” as they say — he had a natural way with animals and was studying to become a veterinarian. He was a bit skinny and had only recently started working for his grandfather. He was the same age as Eli. We quickly became friends. Arthur always knew how to keep a conversation interesting, and his sense of humor was spot on. One day, when Eli came to visit us on the farm, I whispered shyly,

She sobbed silently, leaving the sentence midway. My breath hitched. A piece of information popped into my mind. “Both Arthur and Jack have the same blood type as Evan,” I said quickly, trying to make sense of it. “Then why can’t they donate?” “Because blood type is not enough,” Mom replied softly. I froze. “There are other factors. Genetic markers. Compatibility levels. The doctors said that neither Arthur nor Jack is a perfect match,” she explained in between her sobs, but it was enough to extinguish the hope that had sparked inside me earlier.

Alexander explains in between fits of laughter. "You're scared like a child." I declare to Arthur, shaking my head sideways. "If you don't mind, I'll call you Dad. You and I look alike, or perhaps I should call you big bro, because I believe you are like a brother to my Mom." Alex said this while smiling at Arthur in the rival mirror. Arthur notices the kid in the back seat and notices that they both have the same sense of humor. Arthur's natural hair color is brown, but he had to change his hair style and, consequently, his hair color.