Arthur Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Arthur, you can’t do this to me! We’re mates!” “Mates?” Arthur laughed, a raw, broken sound. “My true mate is gone,” he said, his voice hollow. “You and I? We were never real. And you’re the one who made damn sure of it.” In the days that followed, Arthur grew more and more silent. He became obsessed, gathering every piece of information he could find about Samara. Every victory in Silverwood, every battle plan, every public address… The more he learned, the deeper his regret became.

It’s because of that one stupid mistake that my life is a total mess. I also had a fair share from Alpha Blade, Kalus, and the others. But right now, I want to run away from Alpha Arthur because of my feelings. I think I’ve fallen in love with him, and if I don’t leave or stay away from Alpha Arthur, the feelings will be the end of me. If Alpha Arthur didn’t poison that tea, and killed my baby, then someone else did. But who was it?

He saw my flushed, wrecked face. He saw my chest heaving, and he definitely saw Leo’s hand still gripping my hip. The temperature in the room seemed to drop to absolute zero. "Leo," Arthur said, his voice dangerously soft, smooth as velvet but laced with enough venom to kill. "What exactly are you doing with my girl?" Leo finally dropped his hand, but he didn't look guilty. He just took a slow sip of his whiskey, his pale eyes locking onto his father's with a defiant, mocking glint.

Sweat blurred my vision, and pain dulled my thoughts. For a moment, I thought I saw the Arthur from my youth again, standing before me with a gentle smile and undisguised concern in his eyes. His lips moved as if he were speaking. I tried to listen, but he faded away. The hallway was cold and empty, and I was alone in it. I told myself it was fine. In seven days, I would leave this place and Arthur. After that, I would never let myself be hurt like this ever again.

That part has no bruises. "What are you doing?" the young man asked with amusement. "I'm writing my name, here, near your heart, so that you can always remember me," Ara replied while staring lovingly at the man she loved. ***** DANIEL immediately felt the seeming big lump full of thorns that is no stuck in his throat because of him trying to control his own emotion. Because no matter how intense his longing to let go of what he feels he knows it will not help the situation. Ara will be surely asking him why, and most of all, it will ruin this moment that he knows they both like because they love each other.

He turned to the rest of his team, “Guys, I’m bored, let’s get the fuck out of this snooze fest.” Arthur turned and started heading back towards the front doors. But then he stopped, he turned back around and looked Liam straight in the eyes, “Oh, and Liam? You better watch your back. Not everyone is as accepting of your… unconventional relationship.” Arthur scanned my body with his eyes. The way he looked at me and the words that he had just spoken, it felt like he was just waiting, and biding his time for…something.

“Um, for starters, your girlfriend of over 5 years whom you just broke up with two days ago, came to your office and caused a scene, and you’re telling me you don’t have any feelings of sadness or despair?” “Why should I? I broke up with her, didn’t I?” “Besides, she’s the least thing on my mind right now.” Liam’s look of confusion expanded the more. “That’s a lie.” He rebutted. Laim couldn’t believe it. Arthur was usually an emotional person. He was soft-hearted and could get emotional over little things. “I’m serious.” Arthur defended. “I’m not thinking about her right now.” “There’s someone else on my mind.” With his elbow resting and supported by the table, he nested his chin into the Cr

Shane sneered. “She didn’t die,” Mia raised a brow. “Oh… that is good to hear.” “I hope neither of you have a hand in what happened to that woman.” Arthur stood from where he sat, moved over to his sister, and then grabbed her arm. “Hey.” “Why? Do you feel attacked?” “Pick a struggle.” “No. I love playing both sides. It is fun.” Arthur tightened his grip around her, pulled her closer, and then hissed, “Pick a side, and let’s know where you belong to. Here is not a place where you play both sides. You’re rather going to lose on both sides.”

Or like how I would have imagined Charlie, had he gotten the chance to grow up. The same big blue eyes that stared at me from Arthur’s face. I stood there, speechless, but wouldn’t let my tears fall. I had already cried enough lately. I wouldn’t let myself cry over something like this. Arthur, upon seeing my reaction, stood a little straighter and adjusted his vest. He soaked in his image in the floor-length mirror and gave me another of his genuine smiles. “Great job, little fan girl,” he said before heading toward the door. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by “little fan girl,” but it sounded endearing. I was flattered to have a nickname already. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad first day after