Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

Morgan was opening up about her feelings. Seeing that Morgan had started to sob, Kieran comforted her. "Morgan, we don't expect anything in return for being kind to you. You don't owe us anything. Your presence brings joy to our family, not sorrow." Tears flowed down Morgan's face. She had been feeling low since Bennett left earlier, and Kieran's words only deepened the bitterness in her heart. "Kieran, I can't forget Mom's death." With the mention of their mother, Kieran fell silent.

"Which of you here would like to live for another seconds immediately after he/she found out her brother is dead, her mom is in coma with few chances of survival, and her younger sister is being kidnapped? Tell me, which of you can take such a tragedy within 48hours?!" Silence filled the room and all heads were bowed low. No one responded to her question. She snickered and said, "You see...I was right after all, none of you understand what it feels like to undergo such a bad experience!" "You're wrong. I've lost two important persons in my life and the pain has been a long-lasting one" Greg said and that arouses everyone interest in the room with the exception of his wife. "I lost my mom on

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

I’d spent most of the day holed up in our bedroom, too afraid to even look out the window. I knew this was a part of Arthur’s life, that the media had always been a looming presence, but I hadn’t really understood what that meant until now. Until I was the one they were talking about, the one they were tearing apart. I was lost in my thoughts when Arthur finally came into the room, looking more exhausted than I’d ever seen him. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples like he was trying to ward off a headache. “I’m sorry, Morgan,” he said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eventually, Morgan lies down headfirst on the floor as his dry and cracking lips open wide, chasing after his breath. 'Is my life from now on going to be like this?' Morgan's mind asks in agony. 'How long will I last? How many days do I have left to hold on with this miserable life of mine?' Morgan's eyelids shut in their own accord, which he hears Samantha's exultant laughter for him the moment darkness occupies his vision. His heart aches, and from the edges of his eyes, tears silently stream down on the floor. Morgan have yet to recover from weariness, but something else tortures him again, waking his bornout soul.

Burying his face into Madin’s shoulder. "Madin, I don't know where to start, but one thing I should have already said is... I am really sorry for what I did to you. I know only words can't take away the pain I caused you, but if it could help, then tell me anything I can do to fix what I did to you," Arthur says, his voice pained and cracking with emotion. "It's been killing me every second since you left. Even now, sitting here with you, I am still worried that it could just be a dream.

She confirmed. Morgan sighed as he stared at his reflection on the lake. If only he was stronger. 'So... You can't come down here anymore?' Amira held her chest when she felt sadness slowly creeping into her heart. 'I'm sorry. Did you felt it?' Morgan asked. Amira closed her eyes tightly and let Morgan's sadness dwell inside her. "I'm sorry, Morgan." Amira apologized but she didn't receive any response from him, she just felt the intensifying sadness and disappointment from him.

“You’re behaving like a little human girl who just learned her celebrity crush is coming to town.” Damian snorted out this time aloud “ Says the one whose been prancing around in my head like a fucking parade horse. A prancing pony. Do you need braids in your mane, Arthur?” A wolfish chuckle rolled through their bonds “I haven’t laughed like that in a while now.” Arthur admitted, the mirth quickly fading to something fragile. Damian didn’t respond first. He just stared out the window watching the clouds. “I know.” He whispered “ All that stopped the day I lost my love. My Hera. My Mate.”

He wouldn’t be able to do anything without Aramis’ command. “Fine, what about the dead bodies of our loved ones?” I was slowly getting impatient with him and he had acknowledged it. “I have my hands tied,” he answered sadly. “Yeah! I am sorry. I will talk to Aramis myself,” I said and was about to leave for the mansion when Morgana joined us. “Wow! the Luna Queen cannot pick one,” she rolled her eyes mischievously when taunting us. “Morgana!” Victor grunted angrily.

Arthur moved closer to Valerie's body until Valerie only closed his eyes in fear of Arthur's gaze. "I apologize if you didn't like my question," Valerie replied in a disconnected tone as he was nervous at the moment. "I want to punish you, it's just that I'm not in the mood to do that right now." Arthur moved away from Valerie's body without doing anything. This suddenly made Valerie feel strange because this was the first time he found Arthur's human nature. "Today is the anniversary of my mother's death, and I hate this day but I can't forget it even if I wanted to." Arthur stared blankly as he tried to forget the day his mother died, which was tragic enough to remember.