Arthur Morgan And John Marston Novels & Stories

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Instead, he paused, his expression serious as he looked at the reporter. “Let me make one thing very clear,” Arthur began, his voice steady but carrying an edge that I had never heard before. “My marriage to Morgan is not a business arrangement. It’s not a contract, it’s not a deal, and it’s not something that can be reduced to a headline.”

“You fucking pathetic bastard. Hunting down wolves lesser than you because you lack the spine to confront me head-on. Do you really expect me to hold an ounce of regard for such a pathetic worm like you?” Artemis tilts his head to the side with a bored expression, not even flinching in the slightest. Instead, all he does is brush off his shirt. “You interrupted me right in the middle of lunch.” He regards him with eyes like a cold abyss, a look that pierces to the core and freezes the soul. “It better be worth it.” Morgan doesn’t even flinch like the psychopath he is. “You… Your business was with me, but you went after my mate.” There’s clear pain written all over his face, and even with eve

Jonathan understood well here. The one who made Deep Arlord lose one side of his vision was Morgan himself, known as Mr, A. "Deep Arlord is working with Asher." Morgan just smiled. "Oh yeah? How about we play? Don't you miss it?" Asked Morgan casually. She rocked her chair swinging casually while closing her eyes. "I think we should loosen up your muscles. See you're starting to bulge, since we got married." She said without opening her eyes and kept her eyes closed.

We all looked at each other, and someone loudly said, "Yes! Stop keeping us in suspense, Mr. Arthur! We've been trying to guess what this is all about!" Arthur laughed heartily. He was clearly very happy. Then he loudly declared, "I have some good news to announce! This is the engagement banquet of my daughter Mia Morgan and the son of the President of the Monora Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Leonard's son, Ernest Tomlinson!" There was instantly an uproar, with people complaining, "This isn't right, Mr. Arthur! You should have told us this was such a big event. Look, we..." "That's right, Mr. Arthur, you were wrong to do this!"

“She’s quite the beauty of course. I do find her to be attractive, and my wolf gets stirred up whenever he sees her.” Arthur sighs like he couldn’t believe he’s having feelings for a girl. “But she’s human. Why will the moon goddess give me a human as my mate?” Arthur asks as though he has foiled. This takes me back to when I was married to Arthur’s father. I was brutally maltreated, all because I was wolfless. Human. He would always make me feel unworthy of myself. Saying horrible things to me. “You are the most worthless, wolfless thing I have ever seem. So dumb and stupid. What a joke.”

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

“How long will you reject your mate bond?” Yet Arthur couldn’t stop questioning the reason why the moon goddess has mated him to a human girl. His eyes fell on the wall clock; it was some hours left to his birthday. He grabbed his coat, bundled himself up and headed out of the house. In his mind, if he was really going to die then he should die where his dead body would never be discovered by anyone. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>