Novel & Cerita Arthur Morgan Happy

“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.

Her voice was sad but also carried a touch of compassion. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, looking away. "Don't let the past destroy your ability to be happy. After all, they say you're a good man." "There are people who can't be happy again after certain situations," Morgan confessed, his voice low and heavy with sadness. "There are people like that." Hanna turned her body to face him, watching him intently. "Are you saying that person is you, Mr. Morgan?" she challenged, her tone daring. "Because those are just mere words. Everyone deserves to be happy," she said with conviction.

That sly fox, Artemis, was always planning to double-cross him, to pounce the moment Juliet was out of harm's way. Too bad Morgan is equally cunning. Artemis clenches his teeth and fists so tightly I fear they might break. His face contorts in a way that's terrifying, saturated with raw, unfiltered rage. Yet Morgan seems unfazed—or at least, he's good at hiding it. He takes a single step back, pulling me with him, as if ready for Artemis's next move. "You're stupid for thinking I bought any of that. This little shit is staying right here until you make good on your promises—and until after the elections," Morgan sneers, straightening my back with force.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I thought about Elder Mara's words from that morning. Regarding her healing ability, she said I carried it without knowing. I thought about Evelyn's face when I walked toward Morgan in the clearing, about Flint standing at the edge of the firelight, steady and whole. About Cara and the clean way she had hugged me. All those people. All that history. And we were still here. "Morgan," I said. "Hmm." "I'm happy." I lifted my head and looked at him. "I just wanted to say it out loud. I'm actually happy."

These past two days, he had been in a very bad mood, so he was relieved to have something good happen today. Once they were done talking, Arthur left. Blair looked tenderly at the photo of Mable on his desk. If Mabes knew that Trace’s dream had come true and she had managed to bag the man she liked, Mable would probably be very happy. If she was happy, he was even happier.

Morgan do hope and pray one day that his son will finally come back to him and apologize right to him for everything that happened between them because of an ordinary girl and how that. Not quite long, Morgan receive a call from someone that a businessman was copying their ideas and everything. Morgan couldn't help but called the person phone number since she doesn't know the person behind Everything that was happening. Because she can arrest Such person for stealing their style. There isn't no need of her trying to act like a fool by calling to know. What was she actually expecting before? Does she really think that the person will take her Call? Of course not . ****** T b c

"Arthur, is there an ulterior motive behind this conversation?" He laughed. "Of course not, I just want my mom to find happiness again, that's what every good son would want for their single mom" he said. "Happiness?" she asked. "Yeah" he answered. "I'm not complaining and I am happy being a single mom, besides, my kids aren't so young anymore that they'd need a dad to attend their schools activities..." "I do" Arthur interrupted her and her brows furrowed. "You do?"

Morgan opened her mouth in surprise and then closed her eyes in a sincere smile. “I like your Majesty, but not like that.” She said with an assurance I had never seen in a female before. “He is dear to me, but not like this. And I want him to be happy. You have become a good friend of mine. The only one, actually. How could I not wish you happiness, too?” Morgan was, without a shadow of a doubt, a creature of pure feelings. Her presence was calm and made me feel welcome in that luxurious but cold palace, like a tomb.

Morgan said, "You all know that my brother has been suspended. I need to provide for him with my money." Julian said, "Look at you being so stingy. Let me treat you this time." Morgan patted Valerie in the passenger seat. "Val, pick the most expensive restaurant in Zolford." Valerie answered, "Let's go to Arthur's Grill and order everything on the menu!" "Jules, Arthur's Grill it is." After arriving at the restaurant, Julian received Kieran's call. He went to the side and answered it. Seeing this, Morgan asked, "Val, why didn't Kieran call you?"

Mary apologetically said. “I understand.” Felicity smiled to assure her that it was alright. “Don’t worry… As soon as I find a place to live, I will leave immediately.” *** FIVE YEARS LATER “And tonight’s star of the night is your favorite butterfly… Let’s all give a round of applause to Happy!” The host introduced her, followed by the loud cheers and applause of the guests who were eager to see her.