Novel & Cerita Arthur Cries

Her eyes widened and she shook her head furiously. "No!" "Then?" He chuckled. She blushed at his teasings and ran inside the house. He laughed at her cuteness. Arthur was watching them while standing in the lawn and his blood never boiled so much before. But unfortunately, he couldn't do anything. Arabella was serving them breakfast when Arthur noticed her puffy eyes. "Did you cry, Dove?... Did someone hurt you?" He looked at Oliver threateningly. She looked at him nervously. "No!" "It's okay, kitten... Tell him who made you cry."

The burning spreading. “Arthur”, I cried, tears streaming from my face.

Gabriel was interrupted by Arthur. "Fuck who she's descended from" Arthur shouted in frustration "In these last years, in no generation has this happened!" he spoke with a shaky voice and you could tell he was holding back his tears and that made me sad "Why in my generation and with my friend too!?" he said between sobs "Do you know what could happen to her if your wolf is wrong!" After Arthur finished speaking, he fell to his knees and burst into tears, and that worried me to the point that I went to him.

He shook off Carter's grip and continued his rampage, smashing his fist into the wall and sending pictures crashing to the floor. Carter tried again, this time wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist and holding him in a tight bear hug. "Arthur, stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Slowly, Arthur's rage began to dissipate, replaced by a deep sadness. He slumped forward, his body trembling with sobs. Carter released his grip, and Arthur collapsed to the floor, his head in his hands.

"Is it you? Is this really you?" Arthur's lips trembled, his voice low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing immense pain. He gently caressed her gentle face, and the past flashed before his eyes like a slow-motion film, from a distance to near, from happiness to suffering, with her, and with him... Demi, she was his Demi... "Master." "Boss..." Youdu and Fred called out to him simultaneously, but Mei Grayson no longer paid attention to the photo. She stood there, astonished at the man she had considered the most unintentional and powerful, witnessing him crying.

“They are here.” Arthur nodded in affirmation. “Follow them. Make sure nothing happens.” Garrick gave a small nod and moved to my side. He reached for me. My whole body was trembling and my legs felt too weak to hold me up. Arthur’s gaze softened as he looked at me. “You will be fine, Ava,” he said, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. He placed a small kiss on my forehead, I wasn't sure if it was my sweat or it was a teardrop I felt on my head until I felt another. It was definitely a teardrop, but why was Arthur crying?

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.

Miles wrings his hands and stands on his tiptoes to see the turtle. “He’ll be fine,” Arthur murmurs, his arm sliding around my waist. “You don’t have to cry.” I didn’t even realize there was a tear slipping down my cheek until now. I quickly brush it away with the back of my hand and whisper thickly, “I know. I know he’ll be fine.” Arthur’s arm gently tightens around me, and he leans his head on top of mine.

her voice goes cracking again. "Arthur shouldn't have been this mean, I helped him through hell and back when he lost Accalia. For all the good that I did for him, he shouldn't have been this mean," she repeats as she breaks down into these bigger sobs, and I pull her into a hug and she gladly buries herself on my neck, and it's like she is crying all the tears she has ever had, and my heart starts to ache and at the same time, I am mad angry at Arthur.

- He gently touched my shoulder, trying to turn around, but I managed to throw off his hand. True, a quiet sob escaped at the same time. And as luck would have it, they heard. This time, Arthur did not stand on ceremony with me, sharply turning to him. I noted distantly that he hadn't dressed, probably following me right out of his bedroom. - Why are you crying? Grasping my face in his hands, the leader looked into my eyes in confusion.