Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

Holy artillery : Songs of Jericho ( She says after which she blows into the trumpet and a powerful sound wave is emitted from the trumpet, destroying the creature’s hand in an instant) ARTHUR : Thanks for the save, Rehab REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him

While I was going on and on about how much Noah Cunningham inspired me, Arthur’s expression remained calm, but I could feel his body stiffening. “As much as I would love to hear you go on and on about this…artist,” Arthur said the word like it was a bad thing and maybe he hadn’t meant to say artist at all. “But I would very much like to continue where we left off a few nights ago.” I leaned away from him and was downright surprised to see a deep red vortex swirling over his head. While I hadn’t exactly expected lust, I had expected maybe a bit of yellow or a light blue. Not anger.

I flipped through the first couple of pages and found the name, "Arthur Weston" Age: 28 Occupation: Photographer Personality: Forgetful, dedicated, shy. Interests: Photography, art, and animals. Dislikes: Loud noises, bad weather, social gatherings. Frequency: Approximately once a week Arthur is a photographer. He takes his work very seriously and will spend most of his day taking photographs. While intently focused on his work he gets easily distracted by anything that would make a good "subject," because of this he often forgets to eat or drink. At times, he can be a little blunt and awkward, but he is actually very friendly. He hates forced interactions though and avoids unnecessary conve

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."

He chuckled lightly, sparking a brief moment of intrigue in Clara’s demeanor. Taking this opportunity, Marley leaned forward. “How about you start, Arthur? Tell us about the most daring thing you did when you were Clara’s age.” Arthur’s brow furrowed in thought. Then, slowly, a glimmer of mischief sparkled in his eyes. “Well, I remember when I decided to sneak into the old tool shed to build a treehouse. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt exhilarating to be out there with my friends.”

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

“Enough“ I strongly declared, pushing Arthur's hands away from my cock as I straightened up my jeans.“I came already“ “Go back to the living room and eat what I prepared for you“ I added. “Then go back home. It's your birthday after all, I'm sure your parents would want to spend it with you“ Arthur gazed at me, hurt. “Are you going to toss me aside now that you've climaxed?“ “What? Where did that come from?“ He groans. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said earlier. Thanks for the meal. I'm afraid I won't be staying long enough to eat it“ “Arthur, listen to m-“ He transformed into a raven and flew out of my home. “Damn it!“ I cursed, punching my fist in the air. I'd managed to send Arthur bac

Before someone discovers Arthur’s body, he has to clean the site of any evidence. Killing Arthur was never a part of Arnold’s schemes. The dead man signed for it the moment he touched Valentina. He should’ve stayed away and mind his own business. But the lunatic side of avid nature drove him to cross the forbidden boundaries. Now the poor man has lost his life and will serve as a medium, a pawn of someone else’s game to accomplish the retribution.

“You don’t know anything about Liam.” Arthur chuckled, his eyes narrowing at me in amusement. The sound of his laugh was cold. “Oh, but I do. More than you could ever imagine. I know way more about him than you do apparently, but I’m not surprised by this. You’re just his little plaything for now. He turned his attention back to Liam, “How has it been, not knowing where you really come from, Liam? Poor little orphan boy Liam,” Arthus said. His tone was full of false sympathy.

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