Arthur Cries Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aoi murmured. Arthur clenched his fists. He wanted to lash out at them—but Hilda wouldn’t want that. “I'm sorry…” Arthur froze and looked at Hilda, who was crying and holding his hands tightly. “I’m sorry, Dad… I won’t come here again…” “Hilda?” Arthur’s expression twisted in pain as he looked at her—crying and apologizing through her fever.

Looking at her like some kind of fear and tension rose in my chest, I took every step towards her while breathing hard and glancing at Arthur cautiously. What’s happening here? Why is she crying? I wet my dry lips while staring at her in confusion, “Why… Why are you crying?” I asked while walking towards her, she ignored my question and covered her face with her hands and kept crying loudly. “What’s happening?” I asked while staring at her, “Why is she… crying?” I asked Arthur. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, “Sit down,” he said and pushed me down. I sat on the edge of the bed while Arthur sat on the stool placed in front of me, “Arthur?” I called, my anxiety was ris

Arthur mutters some curses at himself and hurries to get out of the car, opening the door on my side and helping me get out. He wraps an arm around my waist and helps me stand steadily. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers to me as he guides me under the shade of the tree. “You’re going to be okay. Just relax and take deep breaths, but just let it out. Cry it out.” “I’m sorry,” I whisper to him. “I don’t know what came over me--” “Shh.” Arthur holds my face in his hands and smiles softly. “I got you. You’re going to be okay.”

How calming compared to the expanse of silent sky behind him. "I will not take my own life," he whispered flatly. I blinked rapidly. "Ah… okay, sorry for being so rude to you." The distance between reality was further shattered by a brief, hollow laugh. "Not entirely wrong. Besides, I was already dying." "Excuse me?" Arthur held one of my shoulders, looking down dejectedly. "Before I run out, I want to leave all this wealth behind." He looked up, smoothing his hair, leaving behind a natural sexiness, while I, dumbfounded, understood with trepidation.

Arthur launched forward and sent a quick punch to Maxwell’s jaw as he spoke. “You seek my throne? My right? Huh! I would rather die than let you lead the pack I have built my whole life to this moment!” he growled. Maxwell reeled back from the punch. He felt his lips and tasted blood. He spat out and then busted into a hysterical laughter that filled the air. Arthur glared furiously at him and made to charge at him again but Jeremy was quick to hold him back. “Not worth it, Arthur…not worth it.”

he said, but it sounded hollow even to him. "Yes it is," Yvonne said. "It's been over. You just didn't want to see it." Arthur wiped blood from his face with the back of his hand, straightened his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to recover some dignity, and walked toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, turned back one last time. "When he breaks your heart," he said to Yvonne, "don't come crying to me." Then he left, and the sound of the door clicking shut behind him was the loudest thing I had ever heard.

And the times I was successful, within two days, Arthur would be seriously sick. “I want to go back home. I want my dad.” Arthur would cry out as he couldn’t endure the pain. Arthur would beg me to come back home with him. “Don’t worry about me. When you become the alpha, I’ll come stay with you. We will all be one big, happy family.” I would say to him just to stop him from crying. Arthur never cried in the presence of his father. “That’s the sign of weakness you should never let out. Repress it.” Arthur’s father would cruelly warn him.

he chuckled. He leaned against the door frame, teasing. "Not to mention you'd cry if I said no." Luna gasped, pretending to be hurt by his words. "So you are saying it just because you are afraid that I will cry and not because you actually love me? Great." Arthur raised a suspicious eyebrow at her melodramatics. He crossed his arms, playing into the act.

Arthur was both happy and surprised to have the princess here with him, he made to stand up… “ Don't move!" The princess warned making him seat back, “ how are you feeling now?" Even though she ask, the princess already placed the back of her hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. “ Thank the sky, your temperature has finally gone down." She pulled him into her embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. “ Mira, what happened?" Arthur could tell she's crying by the trembling of her shoulder,he gently tap her at the back to coax her. “ Arthur, I thought you will never open your eyes, I was so scared, I thought I would be left all alone in this cruel world, I.. I… ” she got chocked by he

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.