Arthur Blank Ring Of Honor Novels & Stories

The man in shirtsleeves asked in a crisp British accent. “It was a good and successful trip, Arthur.” Turning to James, Blakeney said, “James, this is Arthur Worthington, our archivist and historian. Arthur, this is James Olympia.” “How do you do James?” asked Arthur. “Uh, good sir. A little in shock actually.” Arthur laughed softly. “Happens a lot. So . . . you’re the lad who Director Blakeney here went to go see. Well, I’m glad you chose to study with us. Are you enjoying the sights so far?”

"I bought that with my money, then you're going to remove it. Do you want another punishment! I don't care if your butt is hurt, and I'll surely drill you until you drop dead!" I sigh and roll my eyes, then cross my arms and glare at him. I notice Arthur rushes behind me and feel him grabbing the handle of my chair and slowly push it. After a few seconds, he hugs me from behind, and I feel his head on my shoulder. "Don't ever, ever, remove that ring. You are bound to me now."

He asked, “Since you like her, why did you reject her time and time again?” Arthur was silent for a moment. “…I felt unworthy.” Unworthy of loving her, and unworthy of being with her. Blair was shocked for a moment before his expression darkened. He had not expected that to be the real reason Arthur rejected Tracey. “Master Blair, I’m an orphan. If it weren’t for you saving me, supporting me, and nurturing me back then, right now, I…” Blair interrupted Arthur sharply, “Arthur, you shouldn’t feel less than because of that!”

If I wasn't mistaken, Arthur was sixty five years old (he still looked good enough to be seen around Jennifer Farrow). She was absent. That should make me glad, but it didn't shake the fact that she was my mother's rival, the reason my mother died. Arthur cleared his throat, positioning the mic to catch his unshakable baritone voice. He had this sense of ‘command’ in every string of words he uttered. Command and power worked together for Arthur Rawlings. “Tonight,” his voice rolled out loud and strong, “we celebrate strength and resilience. The strength of the Rawlings Foundation is built on commitment and family.”

funeral had been the first great lie of my life. "Father?" the word felt like a shard of glass in my throat. Beside me, the real Ethan—the battered, mud-stained man who had bled for me tonight—stepped forward, his arm shielding my stomach. "Grace, don't. It’s another double. It has to be." Arthur Hart smiled, and the gesture was so familiar it made my knees buckle. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, tarnished silver locket. He held it open. Inside was a pressed forget-me-not and a photo of a toddler with messy pigtails.

He held his hands high, the signet ring gleaming between his thumb and forefinger. "Eleanor! Arthur!" Jinyan’s voice boomed across the bridge, amplified by the van’s PA system. "You want the ring? Here it is! But you’re right about one thing—I’m a gardener. And a gardener knows that when a plant is too poisoned to save, you burn the whole field!" "Jinyan, don't!" Arthur shouted, his grip on Grace tightening. (To be continued in the next chapter)

Liam immediately pulled her behind him to shield her, and that was when Arthur punched him in the face. “Get out of my way!” Arthur grabbed Liam by the collar while his eyes became bloodshot with menace, “Who do you think you are? How dare you touch her?!” Anise suddenly shoved him with her entire weight. “You’re the one who should scram!” She stood in front of Liam, fully alert like a cat with its fur standing on end. Now that they were standing underneath the streetlight, Arthur finally caught a gleam of the diamond ring she wore on her ring finger. The silvery shine seemed to mock him.

I expected Arthur to stop playing the game with me and get up from the floor so that we could both go and take our seats, but I was mistaken. Arthur suddenly pulled out a ring box, holding it in his left hand and opening it with his right hand. "Cornelia Jamarreon!" exclaimed Cornelia. While gazing at me, he yelled. "Yeah! "I'm here, so what's the big deal?" As tears started to fall from my eyes, I chuckled.

replied Nickson fiercely. "Yes, I can. And about this morning—” Blakely took a shaky breath and said it quickly. "— I apologize. That's too much to say." Blakely hoped that Nickson would turn to her and say something. But the man remained silent and kept his gaze straight on the merry-go-round that was carrying Arthur. He circled on a dashing black horse and looked like the happiest little boy in the world.

In the blink of an eye, Holly was at the peak of her life. After awarding her with the award, William met up with Arthur that night. Arthur had been working on a new project lately, demolishing and reconstructing the Palace of Culture. The two of them had been keeping in contact. After a few rounds of drinking, William said to Arthur with a tipsy gaze, "Hey, Arthur, guess who I awarded today?" Arthur looked up at him. "Who?" "Your daughter-in-law." Arthur's hand, which was holding a glass, froze in midair. He asked, "Which daughter-in-law?"