Arthur Fanfic Novels & Stories

that ea she only thing she said as she zoomed off again. "If only they could elt me see him, I need to be there for him. We do and what if it's to say our final goodbye " her voice clearly chocking. "Hey dude, who's the guy and are you like the girlfriend or the boyfriend? " Asked Asher. I know it's just his way of steering away the topic but the punk has to do it at my expenses "Well, we are not official yet but Arnold is an Australian Doctor….wait, he is a Doctor!" I shouted and looked at Asher and Mother.

“Healthy. You mean in the past, Arthur preferred malnourished, damsels in distress types?” His face flushes. I struck a nerve…good. He takes a domineering step toward me, looking down at me from a full head taller. His eyes are fixed and cold. “You aren’t good enough for him,” he says simply. “Furthermore, you are nothing like Char…” I cock my head waiting for him to finish his sentence. “I’m nothing like who?” I ask. Arthur suddenly appears out of nowhere, just in time to halt this interaction. “Aw, Daniel. I see you’ve met my fiancé. You aren’t flirting now, are you?” he asks with feigned incredulity.

Damian asked and looked at Arthur with a piercing gaze. "Ian, you.....I didn't expect you to be this kind of person" Arthur said and looked at Damian as of he were a criminal. Damian pretended to not hear him and continued with his work. "I can't believe you impregnated a teenager. I'm so disappointed in you" Arthur said and acted like a disapproving mother. Damian didn't pay any attention to his dramatic friend and only continued to sign documents. "What are you going to do now? Are you really marrying her?" Arthur asked, suddenly becoming serious.

"I am telling you this because I care about this house. You need to get rid of Arthur. Send him back to the lower district, or put him on a train out of the city. He is a walking target, and Tobi knows it." The mention of his name made my heart give a strange, heavy throb against my ribs. I looked away from her, staring at the dark liquid in my glass. The memory of the night before came back to me—the way Arthur had clung to me in the dark, his soft voice begging me to make the world quiet, his body completely yielding to mine under the pale moonlight. He had lied to me about his bruised jaw, protecting whoever had hurt him, but he had given me his entire body anyway. "I am not sending him a

She’d find out it was me eventually, but at least I could get a few more minutes of peace. As I walked further in, I noticed that Arthur was also there. I’d never met him officially, but I’d seen pictures of him with his father. His father was Alpha Brandon, my father’s biggest running mate. He was another person I was surprised to find I was nervous about. If he learned that I didn’t have my wolf… it’d be nothing short of a disaster, but the good thing was Arthur seemed to never really care about what his father was doing. From what I knew, he spent most of his time having fun, but in the most dangerous way. If I remember correctly, there was a rumor that not long ago he killed a man just b

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.

I felt myself getting filled up with his liquid, he let out another sigh of pleasure. “Fuck…” he quivered and thumped his body on me. I whimpered and my juices escaped from my grip as well. He bit my lips, my neck, my heart, my soul, he bit Aurora, his Aurora. “Fuck I'm dying, baby…” he twisted me around, is he not done yet? I shuddered and hid my face inside the sheets, save me… ----- “Did you make this?” I heard Arthur’s voice and I saw Halsey and him talking about something. My steps followed their voice.

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