Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

They feel like information—useful, imperfect, alive. I hadn’t realized how heavy inevitability was until it left. — Arthur grows quieter. Not withdrawn. Not sad. Settled. He hums now when he works—soft, tuneless sounds that surprise him as much as they do me. He keeps tools in his pockets instead of weapons. His hands bear new marks: calluses in unfamiliar places, a shallow cut on his thumb from a chisel he insists betrayed him. “I trusted it,” he says mournfully. “You always trust dangerous things,” I reply.

The tall and thin man gave us a disdainful glance, sneering, "These two ill-mannered women somehow sneaked in and are causing trouble here. They’re completely disgraceful, obviously not decent people, and are very arrogant too." Arthur, upon hearing this, furrowed his brows deeply. He glanced at the man speaking, his eyes questioning, "Sneaked in?" He was clearly displeased with this statement. However, the man didn't catch the real meaning in Arthur's words. He nodded and bowed, "Yes, we are not sure how they came in.” "Mr. Arthur, it's truly an honor to meet you. I'm Andre Gardner from Chamber Corporation in Foswood. I'm fortunate to participate in this gathering." The chubby man approache

"I suppose they're expecting me back." His tone suggested this was deeply unfortunate. Which immediately made me suspicious. "Why?" Arthur smiled. "Bridge club." That wasn't suspicious. That was somehow worse. The image of Arthur secretly dominating a retirement-community bridge league felt entirely plausible. He caught my expression. Then laughed. "Never underestimate old people." A pause. "We've had more time to practice." Fair point. Very fair. As Arthur stood, something slipped from his jacket pocket. A folded envelope. Old. Yellowed. Worn around the edges.

"A smart person must know how to change his decision to suit himself and the situation, whatever is beneficial to me, I will do. If I don't have good health, I can't live and enjoy the money Henry gave me, those things can't follow me to hell. To me, a vacation is a thousand times more precious than that frivolous money." Arthur used the word “hell” not heaven, because he knew that the end of evil people like him could only be going straight to hell, which was the place worthy for Arthur to stay, not a beautiful heaven with countless good things. Arthur could not return to being a good person, he could only continue to be the henchman of the lord of hell, and of course, his place of residenc

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno

Arthur is eight year old now . As usual August was spending his days researching during this he disovered Alchemy . ''Arthur come here look what i have found '' he caled out . '' What happened dad ?'' Arthur came rushing out . '' See this i was doing some work on this and this metal it has turned into a little bit of gold '' said August pointing towards his desk . ''What how is this possible this is iron isn't it ?how can it turn into gold '' asked little Arthur wondering how this happened .

I act strange because it's the only way I can enjoy my life before it's too late. "Hahahaha!" Arthur burst out laughing, and he placed his hands beside his stomach to stop himself. "What the hell is funny, Mister handsome?" I inquired, my brow furrowed in question. "I'm... I'm really sorry." He apologises while continuing to laugh out loud. His laughter is not offensive to my ears, but rather sexy and enjoyable to hear. "I just... I think saving your password as 'Incorrect' is a little childish." Arthur said, which made me laugh along with him.

I was wondering if Ari was aware of this since she was the one who wrote it and she was almost done with the translation, according to her note in a separate journal. I hurriedly fixed the papers in their original place and reported to Jael how far Ari was on her translation before going back to help Lowell with Ari's tonic. The tonic was quite tricky to make, and I also find it hard to understand the process. I only let Lowell guide me throughout the process, despite our bickering once in a while. It was already night when we were almost done with the special tonic. However, the two of us were taken aback upon seeing a dashing figure pass by us.

(REPETITION) “SUCH perfect play and fear.” Arthur smiles cunningly. After sending the message and the terror that at the very moment and seconds of time, everyone and by means all the characters in HIS book and the one HE deems as the pieces of HIS chess game receives the dread that he gave. “Tsk!” Winona and Emie click their tongue in disappointment and anger. Arthur is currently having so much more fun than what he is supposed to do and comes here in the first place.

She sighs, “Okay thanks, Arthur. I will see to Raven. Can you serve the last of the breakfast?” “Sure.” Arthur is actually the oldest in the orphanage. He is 16. He lost his parents at the age of 10 and even though he has had a few offers of adoption over the past 6 years; he has refused all of them. Arthur is tall for his age and a very skilled warrior already. He is training under Randolf and will no doubt be one of my top chief warriors by the time he turns 18.