Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

"Rhys, your friend is so interesting." "What do you mean?" Rhys sat back down, but his eyes were still on the doorway. "Nothing in particular," Noa said with a sweet smile. "I'm just so happy for Maeve. I heard her recent solo concert in Chicago was a sell-out." "A friend told me her patron for that concert was Don Rinaldi." She paused for effect. "He's always been very 'generous' with young female artists. The art world is really something else." Everyone understood her insinuation.

Evan laughed, "Ah, yes... of course!" Arthur opened the door with a sly smile on his face. "I'll make some phone calls," he told them as he went. "You both sit tight. And Lunus..." he added, turning his eyes back to her at the last, "it's very nice to see you." ***

“They’re beautiful. Imagine the stories they could tell if they could talk.” Arthur said, "I bet they wouldn’t tell as good a story as Gina Gentlehammer.” I laughed. Mia laugh-snorted. “Daddy, you’re being silly. I didn’t know you could be silly.” “I can be silly,” Arthur said, but something grabbed his attention, and he was distracted. “Let’s go in.” Arthur had found a small painting, barely bigger than my palm. It was a mother and daughter looking at a mama and baby swan. “I’ll take it,” Arthur told the gallery clerk in Italian. He looked at me and then at Mia. “So we can remember this trip.”

Arthur rolled his eyes while he broke the egg into the frying pan. She smirked. "So....what is Mr. Goodguy doing for the day?" She teased. "Uhmm..." Arthur looked through the window and shrugged. "Work on the Weapon perhaps Brina might be interested. And then when the sun sets,I'll be out having fun with the ladies at the club or probably drink to my satisfaction at a Bar." He looked at her. "I guess that's my schedule for the day. Red hair." She shot him a knowing look. "Well,you'll have to change your schedule,Jerk. Cause you're coming to the Academy with us."

“What is Arthur is the better question.” “What?” I adjust my cloak, turning my attention to Soren, who I’m surprised to find annoyed with the prospect of this trip instead of chomping at the bit to get away from Moonrise for the next few days. “Arthur lives in the Archives–the ancient library here in Veiled Valley. He’s… not like us.” Soren rolls his eyes. “Great. That seems to be a theme these days. What is he, exactly?” “No one really knows. I honestly doubt he knows. He’s very old. He was an exceedingly old man back when Ella came to live in Veiled Valley, and she was younger than me at the time.”

Said Arthur, while he twirled the wine glass in his hand. Soga couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about Arthur's personal army and their capabilities. He knew that anyone attempting to fight against such a formidable force would be nothing short of foolish. "I think my son would be an idiot if they were trying to fight your personal army," he remarked, amused by the idea.

I looked at Toby, whose face had gone deathly pale. “Another brother?” I whispered, the word tasting like copper. “Another ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Arthur said. “He’s thirty-two. He’s a high-frequency trader in London. And he’s on his way here. He says he has the DNA results. He says he has the letters.”

People in the industry knew that he was highly skilled, but he had some issues with his mind, so his emotional intelligence was extremely low. Arthur was very angry and said, "Did you call me stupid?" Thorne said, "It is your honor to be compared to Frank." Among the robots created by him, Frank was the only one of poor quality. Arthur's handsome face turned black with anger, "Thorne, I wonder how long you can remain arrogant." Arthur left angrily. Thorne got a bargain, but still didn't feel a hint of happiness. Returning to the room, Thorne felt his heart suddenly contract, causing him to arch his back in pain, with beads of sweat dripping down his face.

“I think Arthur has long wanted to come back to fight Frade for the inheritance of the family. He's just waiting.” "No, that's impossible," I denied. "If you hadn't found him, he might have stayed in pudding forever." "You don't know him well enough." Vickie sneered, "I had someone look into him, and I found out that Arthur was not only involved with local drug dealers in Mexico City, but that he owned a number of hotels and casinos. For the past three years, he has surreptitiously traveled to the United States to meet with several major drug traffickers. He's been planning to return to the US for a long time, and as I said, he's just waiting for the best opportunity."

he said, giving an extravagant bow. "What's with all the 'm'ladys'?" Clara asked. Both humans looked sheepish. Arthur said, "We just got back from a renaissance fair in Texas. We're kind of in a rut." He wrung his hands, completely unsure how to proceed. "It's okay," Shamira said. "I'm new at this too." She nodded her head toward Clara. "She's here to make sure that I don't do anything wrong." "Bleh," Clara said. "It's like riding a bicycle --" Clara started to say.