Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

Two glowed faintly, and within that dim light, something indistinct appeared to struggle. Now, a third bead had begun to flicker with a faint red glow that pointed steadily in a single direction. Arthur arched an eyebrow. The funeral had only just ended. Was he really going to make them hold another one so soon? He shook his head and dismissed the pointless thought. 'Such an ostentatious funeral. But what use was a grand funeral, no matter how extravagant? What did it matter if the entire world knew about it? What did it matter if people sang your praises every single day and gave you a thumbs-up at the mere mention of your name?'

Sam said and Kelly's smiley face changed. Before we bursted into laughter as if he had just told the funniest joke. Her laughter was like music, shining with warmth. “You're funny. I'm glad we crossed paths.” She turned back to Arthur, her expression softening. “So, it's been so long and I've missed you. How have you been?” “It's been good, Kelly. Just keeping busy with work and.. other things.” Arthur didn't tell Kelly about his mission. She would like to help out and he doesn't want that for some reason. He felt as if he was the only one that could solve the case.

She thought again of what to do. Arthur is a healthy male. She knew he was horny and it was only holding him back. Who wouldn't think about it? She already knew that because Michel told him that one time they had a movie marathon. Arthuro is a sex addict, according to Michel. Michel and Arthuro can't go a day without having sex.

4 | FIRST TIME MEET Arther's car stopped slowly right at a bakery called 'Yummy Cake Days' on there right now. Arther himself remained ofsilent for a little moment in the car right now, closing both of his eyes very tightly. Especially when Arther noticed the discoloration in both of his eyes, and he immediately tried to calm himself and his wolf soul - Arlo. After all, Arther was still in the human world, and the slight changes about to his body could be quite dangerous if seen directly by the humans. Arther immediately began to frown on there quite deeply. And Arther's nose moved slowly, breathing in a breath of air that was both foreign and so much comforting for him about right on there

There was stunned silence on the other end. "Arthur... What? Why would you say that?" Arthur let out a short, humorless laugh. His gaze cut toward the oily red broth in front of me as he spat, "I suddenly lost my appetite." He hung up, closed his book, and got to his feet without so much as another glance in my direction. One could even say that he fled with all the urgency of a man evacuating a disaster zone. I noisily slurped up another mouthful. It was excellent.

“That's great. Hey, can I ask you a few questions about the place? I did some research but would like to find out more. Or is this one of those 'wait until the tour' kind of things?” “You may ask me questions, that would be fine.” “Was Arthur Tenniel actually involved in some sort of occult circle, coven, or something?” “Arthur was a man of many interests. This included a curiosity for the unseen, yes.” “And do you think that he and his friends actually conducted rituals on-site?” There was a long pause, long enough that Tina wondered if they had disconnected. Finally, however, the emotionless voice returned. “Arthur was a very talented man. Did you know that he not only financed the factory

Arthur then invited Carl and Samuel to join in. Arthur stood, slowly. He scratched his balls as he yawned. “Get the fuck up!” Arthur yelled. Fucking his women was one thing, having them sleep all morning was another. “Carl, you and Samuel bring the cattle prods. I want these cunts back in their cages in two minutes!” Arthur sent the heated message to his most trusted Beta.

he didn't know why it all came back when Arthur had tried to forget it. His biological mother was a very good pianist. whenever he had the opportunity Arthur never missed to be taught how to play the piano. although he used to be very enthusiastic about trying every note of a Piano called Liminal, its creator was Paolo Fazioli which had the equivalent price of a luxury housing unit. because being accompanied by his mother was the most special thing in childhood even though at that time Arthur often asked about when his asshole father returned.

He extend his arms, and I shake it. “I didn’t know he has friends.” I said. “That’s harsh.” He laugh, and I chuckle. Nathan is the opposite of Arthur, he’s funny, approachable and he’s light, you can talk to him, and he’s transparent. “You left again.” I jump when Arthur approach us looking angry.

Arthur said in low voice. Arthur’s father, James Perry was a strict and disciplined man. And he implemented it on his son as well. He made Arthur go through some terrible childhood and pressured him to study all the time. As a result, Arthur neither had close friends nor enjoyed a proper childhood or adulthood. James wanted Arthur to take over his company but never made any efforts to ask about Arthur’s wishes or dreams. He was basically a terrible aspect of fatherhood. Arthur’s mother could barely have his son shipped to another state to study. She had begged her husband so that Arthur could see the world and make friends on his own. Arthur loves his mom more than his life. She was the reas