Arthur Cries Novels & Stories

And then in slowly, Arther strated to began to straighten up on there for once again right now. “How could I be just so much of this stupid about right now? Why can't I just see that Kylie also needs to get some of my help about right now? Why didn't I just take all of the initiative just by myself to her immediately about?” Arther immediately slowly rubbed of his whole face on there with both of his palms right now on there about. Arther even subconsciously began to feel that both of his eyelids on there were starting to well up with all of the tears right now immediately about. Not only for that things actually, Arther even subconsciously, started to wiggle of his right foot on there in an

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

I reply with tears strolling down my cheeks. " Artic, please don't cry! I promise we will figure it out soon," He tells me. " You weren't able to find anything out of this one either huh?" Shawn asks, picking up the book about vampires and their mates, flicking through the pages. I go to respond to his question about the book he's holding. When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor.

he muttered, attempting to reach for the beer bottle on the coffee table. I swatted his hand away playfully. "Nope, Mr. Grumpy-gills. You need some water in that system before another beer." He feigned offense, raising an eyebrow. "Ouch, babe. You wound me." His grin, however, betrayed him. "Oh, I know," I teased, leaning in for a quick peck. "So, spill the magic potion. How's the big boss feeling now?" Arthur shrugged, his gaze flickering away for a moment. "Still a bit… raw, I guess. Won't lie, seeing Vladimir again wasn't exactly a walk in the park."

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

“Don’t ever try to fool me again! The Sarah you know is dead! I’ve buried her in that damn prison! And whoever Sarah is in front of you right now, she’s not someone you know! So stop saying bullshit! Because as you know, I only have a grudge against you, there’s nothing left but the desire to kill you!” Arthur pulled me close to him and immediately kissed my lips, making me silent, my tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes when I felt his lips again. He broke the kiss and wiped my tears with his thumb, cupped my cheeks, and stared at me like the look he often gave me before. “Kill me if it can pay for everything,” Arthur said and stupid me, I lost control of myself. My whole body felt st

Arthur’s voice was urgent, panicked. I lifted my tear-streaked face, my gaze meeting his stricken one as he entered the room. He froze, his eyes darting to Elder William’s unmoving form on the bed. “What... What happened?” His voice cracked, raw with emotion. I struggled to find words, my throat constricted by the weight of grief. “He—he’s gone, Arthur. He’s gone.” Arthur stumbled backward slightly, as though the words physically hit him. He raked his hands through his hair, the tension in his body palpable, before taking hesitant steps forward.

As he stopped his hands from feeling the wall. Arthur walked closer to them and stood beside the princess as he stared directly at the wall where the path should’ve existed. Arthur on the other hand started to giggle immediately dropping the book, leaning forward and backward with his hands on his chest and stomach pressing against his long-sleeved shirt. Tears formed in his eyes as his giggles became laughter that echoed throughout the large library. “You helped him, didn't you!! You helped him!!” He screamed.

On one side was her fiance and the other his uncle, she felt conflicted that she didn't notice the door open and Arthur was already before her. “Look who finally decided to rejoin the living," Arthur murmured, “Thinking about me, little birdie?” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. Clara blushed, realizing he saw her completely spaced out, “ stop jumping out on me at every turn,” she said but her voice came out cracked and painful. She pouted at Arthur as her eyes instantly filled up with tears leaving Arthur conflicted. He was at a loss on what to do seeing she was about to cry. “ Okay birdie I was wrong please don't cry,” he pleaded urgently, “ It hurts so much,” she said as the tea

Arthur’s hands moved around my back, soothing me as I cried loudly. “Hey, what’s wrong? You don't have to cry, I’m sorry, Carly.” He kept apologising. “Hold me tight, Arthur. Please.” I whispered in between sobs. I took in his smell, calming my racing heart, my trembling body that is pressed to Arthur, allowing the tears to flow down. I don't know how long I cried, and how long Arthur stood, my weight to his. But when I stopped, my eyes hurt. I stepped backward and I shouldn't have because I lost balance.