Arthur Cries Novels & Stories

All the emotions I’ve stuffed down for months— grief, humiliation, anger— come churning to the surface, clawing their way out. Arthur doesn’t say a word. He just watches. He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t try to comfort me. I’m glad. Because if he had, I would have bitten him. By the time the car hits the highway, I’ve cried myself out. My mascara is smeared, my face hot and blotchy. I swipe at my cheeks with the back of my hand, not caring how wrecked I look. “Are you okay now?” Arthur’s voice is soft. He leans forward, grabs a bottle of water from the front, and hands it to me.

I tried my absolute hardest to answer him calmly and properly, biting my lips hard trying my best to stop myself from crying or breaking down completely again. "I... I am fine Uncle Arthur," I lied softly, my voice shaking and trembling completely betraying my own words. "I just... I just watched something sad on TV, that is all... please don't worry about me..." "Don't lie to me, Luna." Arthur interrupted me gently but firmly, his voice serious and deep sounding as though he clearly knew everything already. "Do you really think I cannot tell immediately just hearing your voice? You have been crying heavily, you are trembling, and you are obviously hurting right now. Tell me exactly what hap

I slide my hand into his and interlock our pinky fingers. "Promise, dear. You're not a crybaby, just my baby." Arthur jumps on top of me for a hugand the grip, repeating countless times that the last time he cried was because he fell and hurt himself. When I pull away enough to check his face, he's grinning." Do what you need to do." I point to the toilet, and he heads for it, I tell him to be careful and turn my back to give him privacy as I promised, but a noise coming from the hallway catches my attention and I almost step forward into the darkness.

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.

His eyes were roaming to see any living trace of her but couldn't. "I told you Myra. Don't make me regret it. I told you....V......bring me back my Myra." Arthur literally cried like a child holding Sylvia close to him. He kept on shouting and growling with frustration but Sylvia only ran her fingers through his hair to sooth him. He was giant compared to her but she kept on rubbing his back. "What did you do Myra? Is this the way you have thought to free yourself from everything? Is this the way you have decided to sacrifice?"

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

Meanwhile, Arthur, after staying out in the forest the whole night had returned and was told Eleanor had gone to the dungeon. "Damn!" He cussed and started running towards the dungeon. He wanted to inform her at the right time about her family. How could they have let her see them without him telling her first. The two met each other on the dungeon path. Eleanor faced him, the dried traces of tears lined in her face still very much visible. Arthur's heart broke when he saw it. "Please let them go. The prisoners in the dungeon. They are my family and I can't let anyone hurt them. If you want, you can take my life instead…"

My legs feel weak, about sending me falling to the ground. Alpha Arthur turns toward me, and his furious gaze makes me take a few steps back. His light blue eyes blaze with wrath, like hot coal as he stomps toward me. His lips twist to the sides, revealing his perfect white teeth. The smile he has playing on his lips is a nasty one, sending a creepy signal through my veins. “How dare you drug and fuck me?” Alpha Arthur roars as he clutches my tiny neck, his angry eyes piercing through my soul. I hold his huge hand on my neck, “I-I’m very sorry, Alpha. It wasn’t an intentional act. Please, forgive me,” my eyes are watering as my breath is coming in short gasp.

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.