Arthur Fates Novels & Stories

He had refused, in fact, almost everything. Arthur Wolfe waited beneath the covered entrance, immaculate in charcoal wool, hands clasped behind his back like a man receiving diplomats instead of fugitives. When the SUV doors opened, Arthur’s eyes moved first to Hayes, then Lydia, then Noah. Finally to Adrian. “You look tired,” Arthur said. Adrian stepped out into the rain. “Good evening to you too.” Arthur ignored him and addressed Noah. “You must be the only man alive stubborn enough to arrive half-dead and still look offended.”

Arthur lounges by the table, flipping through a worn map like it’s the morning paper. “Hey,” Cara says with a grin, eyes twinkling. “How are our guests today?” Arthur doesn’t look up. “Two joined Zev and the outside party. The other one’s still under guard.” My smile falters. “Oh… Zev left?” “Relax,” Arthur says, chuckling like he’s heard my disappointment before I speak it. “He’ll be back. You and Zev—etched in the stars. I can hear the whispers.” He waves a hand around his head dramatically. “Right here. Fate’s humming.”

It could be that Arthus just has that effect on people, being able to piss them off with even the slightest gestures of even a single phrase or word— like the gentle wind with the calm surface of the ocean— it was like he has that innate skill to detonate the bombs inside others so easily, just like how he hacks through computers, and uses every information he can get into his advantage. Whatever it is, we may need to wait a little longer to figure it out. Arthur won’t be back by the second week of September due to his suspension— and even though the Student Council may need him as their treasurer, they were sure to survive for the first week. Besides, they already settled the budget yesterd

Fabian reached the night club. He was waiting for someone and looked around to see if the person was there. Someone tapped him on his back and he turned around and found the person he was looking for. Arthur, Arthur Simpson. They hugged each other. ”Hey man. It's been a while” said Fabian. Arthur responded amicably. They talked for a while. “I heard you got beaten by some girl in a case for the first time.” Arthur fisted his hand in anger. ”Don't even talk about that. She may have defeated me in court but I will destroy her life.”

Arthur said, a cold, sickening smile spreading across his face. I stared at him in utter shock. "You? You’re an accountant, Arthur! You don't play professional chess!" "Arthur was the Under-20 Canadian National Champion before he went into corporate finance, Mira," Daniel whispered in my ear, his voice trembling with horror. "He gave up classical competition fifteen years ago to run Victor’s money laundering operations... but his blitz rating was 2750! He’s a tactical killer!" Arthur walked over to the wooden table, pulled out the White chair, and sat down. He adjusted his white leather gloves, resting his hands flat on the polished green obsidian board.

He put his cup of coffee on the table. "Wait, wait, wait, can you do a rewind?" Arthur took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Of course." Sebastian clenched his fists while staring at the man walking inside of the hospital. He can't be wrong. He exactly knows someone who walks the way the man is walking in the footage. "Can you show me a different angle?" "Yeah," Arthur answered then he pressed some keys on the keyboard. Arthur is just new in the mafia but compared to some that have been in the mafia for years, he's more efficient and skilled. He's good in almost everything but in the mafia, he's in charge of investigations.

Eldric has never been a dad to me, he just has the title of a father. I don’t call Ophelia mom either—not out of spite, but because she can’t replace my mom. Rowan and I have both come to a understanding that the ones we lost can’t be replaced. My heart aches a little at the thought of my mom. So, I am guessing Orion located him,” I said “Possibly. Even the Spiritfang is here.” He told me. “Mima also said she and the kitchen staff are preparing a feast—so after meeting him we eat on a large table pretending to actually want to be there.”

Our child in every way. As I caress the back of Faye’s hand with lazy circles, Arthur clears his throat. “We have some things to discuss,” Arthur begins. Although he is snuggled up against us, sharing his love, he is also simmering with a quiet anger, “the beacon. You cannot. I forbid it.”

“You okay?” “I don’t know,” I whispered. And it was true. I didn’t know what to do with this moment. He wasn’t supposed to be here. There had never been an Aaron at this party before. No sharp-eyed stranger with a tongue even sharper. No unexpected hand offering me a dance. No version of this memory that ended with me smiling, even a little. Could this be a sign? Was I really changing the story this time? Maybe fate wasn’t as fixed as I thought. Maybe it could bend. Maybe it could give me something better.

“Alright, stop sulking. I’ll book the tickets later. The flight is 10 o’clock in the morning. We’ll go together.” “You’re wrong!” I yanked my hand free and mercilessly shattered his fantasy. "I'm not going to Artarca with you. I'm heading to the Capital City. Besides, my hearing has been restored for a while now." The smug smile on Joel’s face faded.