Arthur Fanfic Novels & Stories

Arthur spoke as he shook his head and closed his eyes. “If he can hear our thoughts then what is the point of waiting, why not tell him everything already?” Grace complained in Mila’s head. “That is true, Mila. You should tell me everything already,” Arthur answered. His eyes were still closed and he was concentrating hard. “FUCK!” Mila shouted. Arthur’s eyes flew open. “Did I just hear your thoughts?” he asked, excited. Mila nodded. “You ARE my true mate,” Arthur jumped excitedly. But Mila didn’t share his excitement.

I said, turning to Arthur with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, "I could fall in love with someone here and forget all about you." Arthur smirked, his green eyes dancing with amusement. "In this mental institution? I'm not sure you'd want to fall in love with someone from a loony bin." "Are you saying I'm mental?" "Well, I do have a thing for crazy omega's." I punched him in the chest, probably harder than I intended. He staggered back dramatically, clutching his heart like I'd delivered a mortal wound. Despite everything, I laughed. "My men will take your things to the dormitory," Arthur said, recovering from his theatrical death scene. "If you need anything, I'm one call away."

"She will live together with the other slaves in the cabin after I'm finished making her father's life into hell," Arthur clears his throat. "May I suggest something?" "Go ahead," Ryan doesn't even sound interested. "Let the girl sleep with me. I haven't gotten laid since Dana left me, and I could need some... You know," Arthus winks at the other men, who whistles in amusement. He then proceeds to find my gaze and licks his lips in this creepy fashion that turns me into stone. "You and I would have so much fun in my bed," Scared and shattered on the inside, I tremble in my seat until I see Ryan calmly moving his arms. He smoothly picks up something from the hands of the man sitting in the pa

But life had its way of making this happen, because who would have thought Arthur would come back, and the worst? She being with him. I put on my little shorts, followed by my crop top which was barely covering my breasts, but who cares, I was alone at my house, and it was alright to let my body out to some air. I sat on the bed, everything coming back to me. I don’t know what the future holds for Carly and especially Arthur who seemed quite obsessed with her, but I could only hope my dear friend won’t be so hurt. I lay on the bed, knowing I would be driving down the dreamland soon. Swiping through my gallery, I stopped at a picture of Liam.

I ordered, he raised a brow and chuckled. “Can’t, but I won’t say I don’t like you, but my God, you look damn sexy in that red dress you wore to the club, I felt like…….like” he paused. “Tearing it off and doing wicked things to me” I finished for him. Arthur grinned he laughed out loud, somewhere away, Flint backed excitedly when he heard Arthur laugh. Arthur's hand on my butt tightened. “I am glad I married a vixen for a wife” he said and I fell in love again, I smiled contentedly as Arthur carried me in, maybe this marriage wasn’t bad at all, I sure would find out.

I suggested. “That is never going to happen, if anything it only proves to me that you will make the perfect mate for me.” He replied. Oh well, it was worth a try. “I will never agree to be your mate, I would kill you first.” I replied. Arthur laughed. There was a moment where I thought he might have lost his mind until the smile dropped from his face and he quickly rolled over so that he was hovering over my body. His hands were either side of shoulders and his face was only inches away from mine. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but I was too weak in this dream reality to have much of an effect on him.

feeling annoyed, Arthur sat on the bed for some time and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. Arthur was not allowed to hang out with his friends, he was not allowed to work and he was not allowed to walk out of this marriage, cause she Stacey did want him to walk out. "Feels like a prison." Arthur mumbled, venting out his frustration, looking at the ceiling, "and I'm not allowed to touch her…." Arthur mumbled to himself in frustration. He exhaled audibly, his eyes impatiently glancing on the bathroom door every thirty seconds, waiting for her to come out.

I set my lips on thin lines and nodded, Arthur rolled his eyeballs as he puffed out some air and folded his arms on his chest grumpily. "He's still in highschool and there's nothing you can benefit if you start a relationship with him, also his mate is waiting for him at home..." "He has a mate?" she asked quickly, obviously surprised. "Yes, I'm his elder sister and I can't lie" I lied smoothly and looked at Arthur, daring him to say a word. "Besides, he still depends on our mom to feed him and his mate -do you think you can date someone like him?" The girl glared maliciously at Arthur, she angrily reached for the necklace around her neck and threw it at her.

"I need you to help me trace a certain handwriting and find someone for me," Arthur said to Hayden over the phone. Hayden laughed before he responded, “This attachment you have, your fiancee might get jealous.” “Hayden, it’s serious. I think I was fooled.” Arthur breathed into the phone. Still struggling to believe his discovery and hoping he was wrong. “What do you mean? You’re not a person who can be fooled so.... “ Hayden asked with concern in his voice. But Arthur didn’t let him finish when he cut him off.

Arthur did not respond, instead staring at me without blinking. "Hey! I'm asking you a question, Mister Handsome. Why are you staring at me?" I interrogate, raising my voice. "Because you look like someone I know." Arthur said this while smiling. "Who?" I asked, hoarsely, because Arthur's strange smile was making me yell. Arthur moves closer to me, his hazel eyes locked with my coffee brown eyes. "You look like my future girlfriend Cornelia!" Arthur stated, which causes my eyes to pop out.