Arthur Morgan Happy Novels & Stories

“It's better to have each other's numbers so we don't have to keep reaching out through the company.” “Reaching out through the company is better,” I replied, turning my face to the glass again. Arthur breath in heavily. It doesn't matter if he was annoyed or not. It’s actually better he is so he would leave me alone. “We’ll have it sooner. Why do you want to keep resisting it? There is nothing to be done anymore, so why don't we live happily instead?” The playful look he had all along was gone as he focused on driving. “We’ll never be happy.”

Adrian immediately thought that Amber's act of caring had touched his mom. “Thank you Mrs Morgan,” Amber said with a beautiful smile on her lips. Instead of saying a word, Adrian stood up and embraced his mom. He never expected it. It was at this time Mr Morgan opened his eyes as he was sleeping before. He saw the three of them smiling. What he saw made him to asked, “What's going on that no one is not telling me?” Mr Morgan said with a low, but cheerful voice. “Dad, we are happy that you responded to treatment very quickly.”

"Are you here to fix my porch or jibber-jabber about things that don't matter?" Morgan threw his empty hand up in surrender. "No more jibber-jabbering. Lead on McGruff." Sophia had been standing silently by the whole time but couldn't help laughing at the way Morgan was handling her charge. He assumed most people did not talk to Bert Clydesdale the way he did. They should. The old man needed to be cantankerous and needed someone he could be that way with and not worry about truly hurting feelings. Morgan gave the lady a wink with his smile and she just shook her head as she watched her charge roll himself onto the back porch.

I wanted to tell him that the suppressant helped me prevent a bigger problem since I was not caught eavesdropping earlier, but I had no strength to explain the situation. "No. It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in the first place," Tora cried in regret. "Mommy!" Gurion cried agitatedly upon entering my room, running towards me. He transformed from his passive form to his aggressive form just to hug me with his tiny lion cub’s body while rubbing his face on my palm. I can tell he missed me so much since I wasn't able to give him some time since I started working on the translation. "Ari, where have you been? We all have been looking for you. You suddenly disappeared," Blake huffed

“We are finding a new place for you to live.” Morgan looked over at me. “You need to move?” “According to Dante, yes, I do,” I chuckled. “This is fantastic!” Morgan said, bouncing up and down. “Ok, who made Morgan deliriously happy?” Paul laughed. “Wasn’t me,” Nathan smirked. “She hasn’t let me hit that yet.” “Ew, don’t be gross, Nathan,” Morgan replied. “You’re like a little brother to me.” “I’m only seven months younger than you, Morgan,” Nathan said, rolling his eyes.

Harrington was but from the look of it, it wasn't pretty. Mr. Morgan stands up to give a speech. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for being here today to extend a hand of your support and my family and I truly appreciate the presence and support of our families, friends and business partners all in one room.” Mr. Morgan proudly states.

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

Rah mocked Arthur. “One day…” Arthur spoke with narrowed eyes, “one day I will skin YOU alive and take savage pleasure in it.” “One day,” Rah laughed as he shook his head vigorously. **~** Though Arthur was worried about his father, Chloe and many other things, he was not worried about one. He was not worried about his love. And first time in days, he was happy, absolutely happy and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin that. When he returned to Mila’s chambers, she was still asleep.

“But I know you won’t. You seem happiest when you’re playing the piano.” The correction softens something jagged in my chest. “I’ll be fine,” I whisper. “Really.” Arthur surprises me then. He leans forward, pulling me into a hug. It’s too warm. Too safe. Too perfect. For one blissful, pathetic moment, I let myself melt into him. —*

"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." <><><><>