Arthur Morgan Full Body Mga Nobela at Kwento

He knew exactly who it was, and he knew why Arthur had come up to the sun deck. Arthur Sterling was a mountain of a man. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders, a thick barrel chest, and powerful arms covered in a mat of dark hair salted with gray. He had a strong, square jaw, piercing blue eyes, and silver hair that was swept back from his forehead. He wore unbuttoned linen trousers and nothing else, his heavy, tanned gut resting over his waistband. He looked like a god who had decided to retire from Mount Olympus and buy a yacht. "Your skin is burning, boy," Arthur's deep, gravelly voice rumbled across the deck. The British accent made every word sound like a command.

“Let me explain it to you. You have something in your body, I don’t know what it is called. This thing has developed into your body and it has become one with you. Those people were after you wants you to die before you can be like them. Mary has died before, you just never knew, this is why Mary wasn’t with you the day you were attacked with the arrow. She knew what was coming and she didn’t want to be with you so her fellow people won’t tell on her. She loves you, I must say. It was sincere.” There goes Morgan digging up what I am trying my best to keep buried. Morgan explained to me that killing me won't work anymore because the thing in me has lived for too long and I am no longer under

What have I done to myself? The bell above the door tinkled. Morgan opened her eyes and lifted her head when she observed a tall, handsome and well-developed man wearing a dark gray topcoat. When he took off his cowboy hat, his short coal-black hair stayed in place. He nodded to her and proceeded to peruse the gallery. I guess I should use some of my marketing skills Sam reminded me I had. "Hello." Morgan strolled to him in front of the display of the small-framed black and whites. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Her eyes met his; beautiful brown eyes with gold flecks appeared fiery and her heartbeat quickened.

my fist clenched so hard I nearly punched the wall and maybe whoever has interrupted my sleep. I dragged myself out of bed with the thought of lashing out to whomever I see behind the door. With slight annoyance, without even peeping through the door eye-hole to check who it was, I pushed the door open. “Who...” I was speaking when my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I blinked and gulped down saliva. There stood Arthur dripping with water, fuvking shirtless with just some skimpy shorts on. His wet lush hair glittering under the light of the place and his abs! damn! Slightly hairy and smoking hot! I totally found myself gawking unashamedly at his unclad self.

The moment Arthur shifted, everything descended into chaos. His transformation was terrifying and beautiful all at once—bones cracking, reshaping, his body expanding into a massive, feral beast. The wolf that emerged was enormous, gray fur bristling, eyes burning with unbridled rage. Then the fighting started. Men scattered. Gunfire erupted. Arthur moved like a monster of death through the crowd, too fast to track. I watched him tear through them, using bodies as shields, his claws and teeth finding throats and arteries with surgical precision.

Lyric and I shared a look and with inhuman speed we exited our tent only to see a worried Hunji, stroking the hair of Morgan as she cried out in pain and squirmed across the cold ground. “Hunji?” I call out ready to make my way over to her when a hand halts me in place. “Leave her. She is having a vision. A very powerful one by the looks of it.” I recognized the voice without having to scent or see who it was. Still, I turned to look at Finnegan Artos. Just as imposing as his half-brother Mathias. Just as tall and big. Whereas Mathias was dark and looming with silver eyes. Finn was pale with almost white hair and violet eyes just like his sister Morgan.

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

Well, I am going to make him like it. I was about to get off the bed, but I stopped when I saw Arthur on the balcony, drinking coffee. He’s only wearing gray sweatpants and not wearing a top. He is really taking care of his body. Despite his age, his muscles remain prominent, and the shape of his body is still beautiful. Those abs! So tempting, and I want to bite them. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs together because my body was starting to heat up again.

The moment Rori darted away from Murdok his attention zeroed in on her, and as Mason’s much smaller body shielded her from sight, Murdok began to make an inhuman groaning noise as he neared the pair. Arthur tried to put himself between his comrade and his son, but Murdok simply swept Aruthur’s colossal frame out of the way with one swing of his half shifted arm.

Opening the door, I unexpectedly found a very sweaty Arthur scowling at me. Out of all the days, he decided to come back early from the gym today. Judging from how he looked, it must have been quite a workout. His body was covered in sheen, thick dark hair flopping carelessly on his head. His grey singlet was glued onto his frame like a second skin, sweat having permeated through every single thread of the material. His shorts didn't fare too well either, there were botches of dark spots where the fabric absorbed sweat from his waist, pelvis and his thighs. A black duffle bag was hanging precariously on his left shoulder.