Arthur Fun Novels & Stories

Now it was my turn to say something noble and grand, so that we could ride into battle with a following wind. “Good fucking luck with that.” It may not have been what she was hoping to hear, but at least it was short. She frowned at me, disappointed, no doubt, and started walking again. “You’ll see, in time.” I had already seen plenty, and none of it very encouraging. “What about Arthur? He was an inventor, was he?” I had it in the back of my mind that maybe he left behind some powerful artefact I could use. It was the other woman from their party, Zarigold, who could make things, but if Arthur could build a prison like this, perhaps he could also build a spaceship to the next planet. Monkey

I made sure that I had cleared up what I heard this morning and this little stunt that Arthur pulled. When I went back to work, I couldn’t let myself be bothered by people who don't even understand how trivial and little it can take to slip and even die. But he isn’t ex and neither will he be someone I would date

"I know. I was talking about William. And I know he might not be your father, but he treats you like his kid and his only kid." And there is that word again. "Yea, he does." I murmur, looking away from him. At the end of the night, I could discover a lot of things about Arthur. I now know he's a cat person. His favourite colour is blue, favourite food fried rice and macaroni, my favourite holiday is Christmas. I'd say over ten this date has an eight. Together we walk to the door of my house and Arthur stops and I turn to him. "I guess this is where I go back if I hope to make cute babies with you someday." He says with a sad, pretty pout.