Arthur Morgan Smile Novels & Stories

"There, there, Mr. Pratt. Since Ms. Smith is already here, surely we can't let her leave without buying her a drink? "But of course, Ms. Smith, we understand that the drinks here are probably not what you are accustomed to since they are way out of your spending budget." A few suppressed chuckles rippled through the crowd. Finally, Morgan spoke up, his tone gentle yet undeniably distant. "Now, now, everyone, let's not be like this. I did treat Ms. Smith as a substitute back then, but that's all in the past. I was just out to have some fun. Don't take things too seriously."

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ "It's nice to meet you Morgan,” I gestured, my hands stretched humbly with a smile. "You know boy, I'm not your mate. You should have some little respect for that name, C'mon." Morgan said, his laughter filled the room, a champagne in his hand. "I know man, but Morgan....." I stopped halfway, after unintentionally mentioning his name again. "Don't misuse that position of yours, I might as well come for it.” Morgan's finger pointed at me in stern warning but the large smile on his face says otherwise.

I excitedly went over there and started to check on everything. I was so basked in my excitement when Arthur smiled as he remarks, "Are you really that happy?" I was dumbfounded for a while. His smile looked so genuine and pure. This might be the first time I actually see his smile. His eyes slightly lights up too that I couldn't help but mutter to him, "Beautiful. How extraordinarily beautiful." Arthur was surprised but then he smirks at me and said, "Yeah. Yeah you are." "I heard you're quite an artist and wanted to grab better set of art tools you might need outside town but I couldn't leave you here alone so I ordered someone else to get them for me. Is everything to your liking?"

"I like your smile." That one caught me off guard. I raised my eyes towards his face and arched an eyebrow at him. "Come again?" Is my hearing alright? Because I think I just heard him say something weird. The guy smirked and offered me his hand. "My name is Aelfric Beaumont. And I like your smile." He said again. What did he say? His name is Prick? Well, that's not cool.

He let go of her, sending a regretful look my way as he stepped back. Morgan on the other hand was pleased with the small victory she had earned. A relaxed smile crossed her face as her chest puffed out, and she turned to face me. “Well then, what do you say, Fabrini?” Several eyes pierced into me at that exact moment, and I opened my mouth with a ready response but to my embarrassment no words formed. Noticing this, Morgan let out a giddy laugh that slowly dissolved into a sneer of disgust. She shook her head. “So, this is the best that the Sanguis Pack has to offer?”

Charlie Morgan acts strangely at work the next day. She constantly smiles in my direction as if she knows something I don’t. Every time I try to talk to her she scampers off claiming to be busy or pretends to be on the phone. She still doesn’t admit to hiding anything even after the phone rings loudly in her ear, catching her in her lies.

I sprung up from the bed and felt my veins moving, they’re sill healing. My heart ached, but it was nothing compared to emotions of loss gushing in my veins. I was losing my strength since it was getting consumed in healing that stupid heart which is only beating for Aurora. She made a stone like me move; I can barely imagine her as a human. Fuck she’s an angel directly sent from heaven. An angel, I'm madly in love with. I stood up, “What about Morgan? Is he al---” He cut me off. “Alive? No, I killed him, he was talking a lot.” As expected from Arthur. “We got the information we needed, keep him alive would be such a waste of oxygen.” He smiled looking me, his indifferent gaze telling me how

Arthur grinned at her response, his fingers lightly trailing down her arm before he released her wrist. "Sleep then, but not before I see you smile for real," he teased, leaning back into the couch. He waited a few moments before offering her a faint smirk, his voice lowering slightly. She turned towards him and gave him a smile, a forced one. Arthur's eyes lit up as he caught the sight of her smile, his head tilting slightly to the side as he studied her expression. "You know, I can keep this up all night," he teased, his smirk growing into a genuine grin at her forced smile.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you undo it. Because when I kill you, whatever spell you cast will be neutralized." Angry tears flooded Arthur's eyes as he regarded Morgana. This female sorcerer was truly insane. What kind of crazy woman was King attracted to? "What? Not going to say anything?" Morgana crossed her arms, a taunting smirk playing on her lips. "Beg for your life." Arthur sniffled, resignation sinking in. "Would it make any difference "Oh... but you wouldn't know unless you tried, would you?” She gave another one of those annoying smirks. "Come on, beg for it."

I stammered, voice cracking. Morgan smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His hand didn’t move. “Or you could stay right here and help me with something else.”