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

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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 giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

“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.

My mother-in-law questioned, unveiled contempt coating her words. " Even if he has to retire, don't you think the decision is a little too rash? Warrior Fords has served the pack for over twenty years, doesn't he deserve some recognition for the same? Besides, he is still my father-in-law." Rhys cut in, playing the saviour, and displeasure coursed through my veins. Now that his relationship with Amery had come to an unceremonious end, he wanted to salvage the situation by standing for my father.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm, then carefully put the paper away. I did not destroy it right away. Some curses did not break just because they were torn up. I needed someone who knew what they were doing. More importantly, I needed to figure out exactly what that thing was. I started digging through obscure forums and encrypted online communities. After hours of searching, I finally got in touch with someone. A retired occult practitioner with a reputation in certain circles. He stared at the triangular paper for a long time. His frown deepened, his expression turning serious.