Arthur Cries Novels & Stories

I raised the glass. The magnification brought Arthur’s face so close it felt like I could smell the rot on his breath. He was sobbing. His eyes were bloodshot, his face a map of broken capillaries and dirt. He was clawing at the iron bars of the gate, his fingernails bleeding as he tried to find a purchase on the smooth metal. "Phineas!" Arthur wailed below. The sound carried on the wind, thin and pathetic. "I know you're up there! I’m sorry! I’ll fix it! Just come back to the pack!"

Aether whispered, his violet eyes locking not on Lucas, but on Arthur Cross, who stood frozen in utter, world-shattering shock. Arthur’s face collapsed. The stoic resolve, the quiet strength, all of it evaporated, leaving behind the raw, naked grief of twenty years. A single tear traced a path through the dust on his cheek. “My boy,” Arthur choked out, taking a stumbling step forward. “They told me you were stillborn. They let me hold a cold… a cold bundle of blankets.”

I'm aware that if I die, Arthur will cry a lot. When something awful happens to me, he usually cries a lot. If I ignored him, his eyes would fill with tears. If I yell at him, his eyes will be filled with tears. If I am harmed, his eyes create a lot of tears. He cries a lot for me for the simple reason that he is a cry baby. As I continued to stroke Arthur's cheeks, I cast a soft glance at him. "I want you to promise me something, Arthur." I muttered.

He stubbed out the cigarette in the glass tray and pushed the door open, heading back into the bedroom. ​ “Stop crying right now.” He moved closer, sat on the bed, and squeezed her upper arm, trying to make her stop. ​ “sob..” But that only made Patricia cry even harder than before. ​ “I told you to stop crying!” Arthur snapped irritably. He no longer knew what he was angrier about, whether it was the sound of Patricia’s heart-wrenching sobs or himself for being so frenzied that he had done something this vile. ​

How could he possibly say that to me after we just found out that we are mates. "Come here, sweetie." He said, stretching his hand towards his mistress who had already started crying. "Shhh.. it's okay, everything is fine. I'm not going to leave you." He cooed her and patted her head as he tried to stop her from crying. I stood there, watching them, myouth opening and closing, but no words coming out. Arthur really wasn't going to do what I thought he was, right? "What do you mean, Arthur?" I moved closer to him, holding unto one of his arms.

Black slime started oozing out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. I tried holding him down to stop him from convulsing, but he was already suffocating with the slime. "Arthur! Hang in there! Please! Arthur, don't do this. Don't die. Don't leave me. I-I can't live without you..." I pleaded. Arthur started struggling less. He was losing air. I was weeping. I embraced my brother tight. I heard him whisper, "Lowan. Be good. Sorry I couldn't protect you. I love you." His voice broke and he cackled each word. My lips trembled as I replied, "I love you Arthur. Don't leave me please."

Arthur glared at us playfully and burst into pretentious cry, he opened his mouth very wide and pretended to wail. "Mr cry baby, hit the road!" I said, smacking his head softly. "You're both ganging up on me" he said and started the car. Davis leaned towards him and wiped off Arthur's imaginary tears, then kissed Arthur's eyes.. he's imitating me there. That's what I normally do to him (Davis) when he's crying. "Baby, don't cry, momma is here" he said. Arthur and I burst into uncontrollable laughter, Davis just look between us in confusion.

They will pay. “Mommy…” Arthur’s small voice broke her reverie. His eyes were open now. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said quickly, wiping her tears and forcing a smile. “Go back to sleep.” But Arthur had already seen tears in her eyes. “Mommy, are you crying?” “What? No, of course not,” she laughed lightly. “Yes, you were. I saw the tears. Is it because Alpha Aiden and Uncle Damien fought? I’m sorry, Mommy,” he said, sitting up.

" Valerie could only curse Arthur in her heart as he turned on the shower and soaked his entire body. Why does she look so miserable right now? Valerie had never imagined that he would be in such a sad position as in the story of his sad novel. And now that everything was happening for real, Valerie didn't know what to do, it was too late for regrets. Valerie took a good amount of liquid soap and rubbed it roughly all over her body, which left reddish marks due to Arthur's savage actions. "God, can I cry just once? I promise after this I won't cry over the same thing." Valerie whispered as her body collapsed on the cold floor. Valerie cried as she bent her knees. The flash of romance that ha

With that, he left to meet the rider halfway and they talked. Now I had the opportunity, I went over to sit next to Arthur on the stairs. "Are you alright?" I asked tenderly, placing a hand on his back. He looked up at me and tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh, don't cry. What is wrong?" I hugged him, gently caressing his hair. "I am sorry you had to enter the cold water. Please don't hate me." I laughed at him. "But I had to! I couldn't leave my little boys to die now, I would be so heartbroken. Stop crying now because I would never hate you." He pulled away to stare at me as he sobbed.