Arthur Fates Novels & Stories

Try They could call it fate. They could call it prophecy. They could call it war. I called it inevitable. I was coming for Raven. And this time, the darkness would not be the only thing waiting for her. RAVEN’S POV I had been training for hours. I refused to give myself any rest. If there was one thing I wanted, it was that when Adrian came here unannounced I was ready. Orion and Damien seemed to finally ageeee on something which involved me staying, and the fact that I didn’t belong to anyone.

Fighting. "Arthur. He's different. He sees me. Actually sees me. Not my record. Not my past. Not my problems. Just. Me. The person underneath. The person surviving. The person trying. He's. He's the first person who ever. Who ever chose me. Who ever wanted me. Who ever made me feel. Worth something. Worth anything."

instincts warring with the sight of this child-version of his father. "Arthur?" Leo asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. "Is this another simulation? Another test to see if I’ll kill the child to save the man?" "I am the Unwanted Version," the child-Arthur said, his lip trembling. "I am the part of Arthur Thorne that wanted to be an artist. The part that liked the 'Noise.' The Grand Director deleted me when he was six years old so he could become the Architect. I’ve been hiding here for a century, eating the scraps of your regret."

I sneered, "You've lived two lives already, but you're still…just as stupid." Mona's face went completely white. When I transferred 20 dollars to her before, she probably wasn't fully sure that I had been reborn, too. But now, she was sure. Her reckoning had finally arrived this time. One month later, Ramsey Group completely collapsed. My father was restricted from high spending due to debt issues, and Mona was sentenced for multiple crimes. As for me? I stood on the top floor of the Whites Group, overlooking the entire city. Jonah wrapped his arms around me from behind and chuckled softly.

"Oh, Arthur certainly was using you, but not for me. Arthur is a fool. He’s been playing a dangerous double game, trying to find this ledger to destroy it and protect his precious, beautiful 'goddaughter' from the syndicate's wrath. He actually thinks he can save you. But unfortunately for him, my employers have decided Arthur has outlived his usefulness. Tonight, both of the Pendelton and Vance legacies end." ​Vivian’s mind reeled. Arthur wasn't trying to destroy her. He was trying to shield her from the very monsters who had murdered her father. The weight of her doubt vanished, replaced by a sudden, desperate longing for the man she had pushed away. ​"I don't think so, Victor." ​The voice

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

Correction, she is giving them a second chance. He has three chances in the form of three dates to win her over and so far the first two dates have been a disaster. Victory slept in the first date and he got arrested after the second date. At this point, judging by the luck that he's having so far, Arthur is praying he won't be killing anyone in the third date. To be honest, Arthur is hoping the third date will finally charm Victory into agreeing to moving in with him.

I replied with my sad eyes. He sighed. “I think you two are destined to be together. You can't run away from your fate. No matter how far you run and where you hide, he will find you and you will be back in his arms,” he said in his deep, soft voice. I stared at him with my mouth closed. My heart beats fast, with happiness and fear gripping me firmly. ******

Gwendolyn said confidently, but deep down she was not so confident. 'Stacey, Stacey Stacey….I'm not like your stupid soon to be ex husband, if you slap me, I'll slap you back two times,' c Caine thought to himself, sitting back on the sofa nonchalantly. Meanwhile outside the Roth Villa. Arthur was still standing near the main gate, apprehensively looking at his watch every five minutes. 'Well it's dark now….' Arthur's thoughts were disturbed by bright light, in no time a dozen rolls Royce pulled up next to him.