Arthur C Brooks Books Novels & Stories

I have no title idea's yet for Artis and Brock's book buuuuuut I'm sure I will think of something soon! --Sydney

Gerey stood up - Jeyrin still concealed in the dark of the library desk, and went to a rack of books. ‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for.

Chapter 37 Arthur’s POV Justin leads me behind the school’s old greenhouse. It’s a quiet spot, you wouldn't even suspect anyone to be here. “I used to come here, once in a while, just to get away from people.” “You sound like it’s a bad thing,” I observe her tone. Her concern feels so genuine. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn, with my life, that Justin can’t hurt a fly. “It’s not a bad thing to be around people. It’s a bad thing to be around people who don’t make you feel like you belong with them.” Her tone moves to deeper sadness.

Alpha Aidan explained as Archer and I joined the group of people huddled around the desk, whilst Darren hurriedly flipped through. “Here it is! The Tale of The Flesh Eaters, written by Arthur Bartley. It is said that Arthur saw these creatures one day which inspired the book.” Darren explained with a smile standing back so we all could see the story he was very proud to find, I mean this was only further validating the claims he’s been making.

EVENING TIME Arthur was reading a book in his library when Jeremy walked in. "Sir, would you like to see them now?" "Yes." He replied after a while without glancing away from his book "Then I will have them prepared and send them in at once…" "There is no need for that. Take me to them instead…" He stood from his seat and dropped the book back into the bookshelf. "But sir…they are not washed up yet…" Jeremy protested, surprised with Arthur's sudden desire to meet the girls by himself.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Marahil ito na nga ang simula ng digmaan, ang pangalawang pinakamalaking digmaan sa lupain ng Ashcroft. Ilang sandali pa’y dumating na ang mahal na Emperatres kasama ang Hari at Reyna ng Aerosmith. Dahan dahan itong naglakad papalapit sa akin habang yakap yakap parin ang prinsipe. Wala akong pakialam kahit basang basa na ako ng dugo dahil para akong in-inject kan ng daan daang anesthesia sa sobrang pagkamanhid ng aking katawan.

Arthur was startled but said indignantly, “Guardian! Ever since I joined Brock, I’ve regarded myself as a member of Ethereal Tower, not the Progenitor Emperor of Florence. “I grieve deeply for Brock’s death. Since the Wolf King killed him, he must naturally pay the price. Only then will justice be served!” At that point, Arthur continued, “If not for my inadequate strength, I would’ve killed Andrius personally and come back with his head...” Arthur was indeed a cunning old fox who lived for several centuries. His acting overshadowed even that of Oscar Award winners. Brock seemed to believe him slightly more. “Okay, I’ll believe you this time. You’d best not be lying to me.” He snorted coldly

"Arthur is a hunter and not just a businessman." My mother moved closer and she stood near me. "Since he lived for several years without being spotted, then he's a literal ghost. Also, he knows every doors and backdoors." father "Except one", I said while looking at her. "There's a particular encryption my built around the Thorne-Brooks merger files. He encrypted it on the GPS coordinates of the Old Creek Bridge." My fingers involuntarily punched the keyboard relentlessly as it was forged out of desperation. If Arthur was still using my father's servers for his cloaking, then everything should have its origin from the bridge house. " Found you!"

I hugged my arm to my chest, the skin still burning where his fingers had dug in. Then Aaron’s voice broke the silence. His voice came out lower and softer this time. “Let me see.” I looked up. He was standing close now, his eyes not on my face but on the arm I cradled. Slowly, carefully, like he was afraid I might shatter, he reached for me. I let him. His thumb brushed over the reddened skin, his touch gentle but firm. His jaw tightened, and for a second I swore I saw anger flicker in his eyes; not the wild, reckless kind Justin had shown, but something controlled and dangerous in its own right.