Arthur Morgan Smile Novels & Stories

I would like to punch someone in the neck right now. “Phoebe, wait!” A body blocked my path. With an annoying grunt, I looked at the person. “Get out of my way!” This person peered down with a bright smile. His bright purple hair showed that he was definitely not a student of Westfalls High. Only highlights were allowed. “What’s up, slave?” “Morgan?” My voice rose in a shrill of surprise, drawing the attention of everyone in the corridor. Morgan giggled and popped a lollipop in his… er her mouth then placed an arm over my shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

It is unknown whether the man is dense or he pretends to be one. Arthur always appeared as a stoic and aloof man. He rarely speaks, and his smile is worth a thousand gold(He never smiles to the others, not even to teachers or his best friend.). If anyone wanted to graze themselves with his rare smile, then waited until his sister appeared in front of him. The first time Seiran enrolled in Diamant Academy was during Arthur's final year. At that time, she and Arthur were in the same club, while he was the president and she was the secretary of the student committee.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him wide-eyed, noticing the barely suppressed smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, go on!” I exhaled and lightly punched his shoulder with my fist. “But at least you’re smiling now,” he said, laughing. One of the things I really love about Arthur is how easy he is to talk to. He always finds a way to lift your mood. His jokes… on anyone else, they might be annoying, but not with him. There’s no malice in his teasing, no hidden intent to hurt, so you simply can’t get mad at him. He can spin everything in such a way that it’s impossible to stay upset.

He insinuated further and almost immediately, the two youngsters were brought to their feet to greet the other party back. "Good evening, Professor Morgan." Audrey and Steve said almost in sync with one another; low and behold it was no other than their teacher who coincidentally specialized in Beasticology! "Oh come on, kiddos! No need to be so formal. There is just the three of us here." Professor Morgan insinuated with a big bright smile; a dent on his right cheek appeared as his smile grew wide. This dimple of his was what won him the title of 'a million dollar smile'.

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

After all of those years of staying in this house, learned that you can expect no kindness from these Campbells. Putting away his petty pride he inhaled some air then sighs. The fragrant smell of the flowers and perfumes calmed him down and he cleared his head from thought. He had put on a smile which st s gathered the torn painting which was stepped on by others. Took it in his hands then got up and said '' I am grateful that you liked it so much that you wanted to step on it ''. He left the scene to throw it away.

Morgan said over her voice, smiling. " What? " She asked Ashley seeing her weird look. " Nothing! " Ashley said, trying to brush away the odd feeling. Was Morgan smiling it was unlike her usual genuine smile, it was more of a sarcastic smile! And Ivanna, it was like she was being forced to smile. " Maybe it's just my thought" she murmurs to herself and proceeds with her work.

My voice came out sharper than I intended, the edge cutting through the quiet hum of the café. He leaned back casually, smirking as if my anger amused him. Just then, the waiter arrived with two bowls of ice cream, setting them down in front of us. Morgan picked up his spoon, spinning it lazily between his fingers. “When I’m in a bad mood, I eat sweets,” he said. “Helps every time.” I frowned at the bowl, the cold fog clinging to the glass. “You dragged me here just to eat dessert?” Morgan scooped up a spoonful, pointing at me with it before putting it in his mouth. “Not just that. You’re wound up so tight, it’s painful to look at. You need this more than I do.”

I put a smile on my face, one I knew Morgan would hate. It’s show time.

“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.”