Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

He just wanted to be the only one allowed to take the jewelry off her at the end of the night. Zeke leaned back in his leather chair, the silence of the office feeling heavier than usual. He picked up his phone and dialed the one person he knew would be enjoying his misery. "Speak of the devil," Arthur’s voice crackled through the line, accompanied by the distant sound of crashing waves. "Checking on your investment, Mr. Yearner?" "Give me an update, Arthur. Stop playing around," Zeke commanded, though his voice lacked its usual bite. "She’s fine. Currently doing a scene where she looks heartbroken, which is ironic because I just saw the I*******m post," Arthur chuckled. "A million-peso shop

She picked up after a few rings, her voice loud and slightly slurred. "Audrey! What's up?" she chirped, clearly enjoying herself at a bar. "Sarah, listen to me!" I whispered quickly, my voice trembling. "Something's wrong with Arthur. He—he's burning up, and he's not himself. He's acting strange—dangerous." There was a pause on the other end, and when Sarah spoke again, her tone was deadly serious. "Wait, what are you saying? What’s happening exactly?"

Bryce calmly said, "Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Nina, and even Trevor love Holly. You're the only exception. I think you should reflect on yourself before questioning others, Mr. Gabelman Senior." Arthur had always been arrogant and opinionated. There was no way he would listen to Bryce. Arthur hung up the call angrily. He gave out a billion dollars to save his dignity, and his heart hurt for it. Now, his son was lecturing him. Arthur felt miserable with his hair and clothes soaked. He touched his hair and smelled something weird. He brought his finger closer to his nose to smell the water better. He noticed something was off with the water Priscilla splashed him with.

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

Incompatible leech consuming the pure air, how is Aurora managing to live in this world? “I guess I just need to fix that…” she smiled forcefully because I could see my eyes burning down her soul. I really wanted to. The bells jingled and I saw Arthur strolling inside with bags in his hands. “Did you chop his bun off?” he snickered looking at me, and I was growling to kill him instantly. “Of course, it was your idea…” I sighed looking in the front.

I asked and Lila looked lost for a little bit and the silence that followed almost made me regret asking the question but that was until she spoke. “Well, I guess to a large extent Arthur is a man of his own but I think he also has some alliance with some other bigger packs, don’t ask me how he does it because I wouldn’t be able to tell you, I just don’t know but he does. There are a lot of things that happen in his office and in his home that make things just come together for him and his pack. He puts in a lot of effort in whatever he’s doing because believe it or not, no matter how tight things might be within the economy, we’re not broke and I don’t even see it happening any time soon.”

He wanted to vomit blood. Faith, who was usually serious and cold, couldn’t help but laugh at the banter. She gave Quincy a kick. “Arthur’s right. You’re a grown man! What are you doing needing comfort? Get over yourself!” she teased, then pulled the children closer. “Alright, Arthur, Howard, let’s go home and get you some good food.” “I want Faith to carry me!” Arthur immediately jumped into her arms, wanting a hug. “Alright, come here,” Faith agreed with a smile.

******** That night at home, Arthur ran into my arms the second I opened the door. “Mom!” I lifted him, breathing him in like always. “Guess what?” he said. “What?” “I drew a dinosaur with wings.” “That’s terrifying.” I laughed. He giggled. Then I knelt in front of him. “Uncle Vieri had a little accident at work,” I said gently. “He fell.” Arthur’s eyes widened. “Is he okay?” “He will be.” “Can I visit him tomorrow?” My chest warmed. “Of course you can.”

The Southern wolves began to howl in terror, turning and leaping back into the churning river, desperate to get away from the small child on the bank. "Solomon!" Phineas ran forward, grabbing the boy’s waist and yanking him back. The connection broke. Arthur collapsed, face-first into the filth. He wasn't dead, but he was hollow. He lay there, twitching, his eyes staring at nothing. Solomon blinked. The shadows retracted. The obsidian in his eyes faded back to silver-black. He looked at Arthur, then at his own hands. "He was very empty," Solomon said. Phineas looked at Arthur. The man who had destroyed his life was now a shell, broken by a seven-year-old. He felt no pity. Only a cold, sharp

“Now he has to go after her, and the entire Mer world is going to know that she let the catbird out of the cage, and all of Atlantis is going to be up in fins. Not 224 JUDI FENNELL to mention, you know how Humans are when it comes to their young.” “Something you obviously don’t have a clue about.” Stewart, the little smart-ass, leered at her. “Besides what do you care? I didn’t know you were a member of the Angel Tritone Fan Club.”