Arthur Morgan X Sadie Adler Novels & Stories

I thought it was for the best, I mean my life was already messed up but last night I suddenly wanted to live and intended to train hard today. Why do I suddenly feel so sad and disappointed when Jeremy had showed up instead of Arthur...

He suggested, winking at her. “To eat, too,” Morgana shrugged, “to later.” Arthur pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and made the appropriate calls. They continued to talk, Arthur telling her a little about his roots, that his grandfather was Scottish, and that both he and his father had died in a construction accident when he was only nine years old. From then on, he was left alone with his mother. Morgana was happy to get to know this more human side of him. He didn't seem like a shallow person. Maybe that was what made her feel comfortable. She needn't look like something she wasn't.

“You have me now, remember? I won’t let anything bad like that happen to you without grabbing my own pound of flesh from that bastard. I promise.” She breaks into more tears, wailing away all of her sadness and trauma, and I never let her go for a moment, being the shoulder she can cry on. It takes minutes before it slowly stops, and she pulls away, wiping at her nose and looking at me with worry. “He’s more dangerous than Artemis, Sera. Sure, Artemis is a prick that teases people for the fun of it and all, but Morgan is different. He doesn’t play pranks; he tortures his victims and he gets away with all of it because his father is influential and pays the school a lot of money to cover it u

Adam smiled as he said, "Actually, I've always been in love with Florence, but I knew I wasn't good enough for her. After my family relocated, I gained the courage to reconnect with her." So, Adam and Florence took turns describing how Adam pursued Florence after she broke up with Morgan. Finally, Florence looked at Morgan arrogantly and said, "I'm glad I broke up with you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met someone as good as Adam. I am very happy right now, Morgan. I hope you'll find your own happiness." Morgan got up and left as soon as he heard that. However, Chad calmly held him back, saying, "Morgan, wait!"

He grabbed her arm. The video cut to black. No audio. No timestamp. Just thirty seconds of silent dread. “Oh my God,” I whispered. Mack’s jaw flexed. “Play the audio next.” I clicked the first log. Etian’s voice crackled through the speakers, low but determined. “I’ve been investigating Sadie Arizona Allister. I found some interesting—some weird—information. Sadie Morgan Allister committed suicide and left a note, but her family thinks otherwise. They say she wasn’t suicidal.

Arthur's POV “I’ve missed you so much, Arthur.” Tori hugs me so tight. I do miss her, but not suffocating hugs. I turn to Adrian who is standing behind Tori. “Adrian,” I boldly called him. “Arthur, It’s good to see you after a long time.” Adrian tells me. “I would say the same but I can’t place exactly why you’re here.” I was trying to get them to speak up already, why they are in my territory?

Morgan seemed completely broken, as if all his strength had been drained away. Staggering backward, he muttered under his breath, "Your… Your son… He really… He really does look like him…" The pain and despair in Morgan's eyes were unmistakable. "Addie, life's treating you well… Isn't it?" I nodded. "Yes, I'm doing very well. I'm loved by my husband and blessed with a wonderful child. My life is filled with the warmth of a happy family. I have everything I've ever wished for." Morgan closed his eyes, anguish etched across his face. Tears slipped down his grimy cheeks. "I was wrong… Addie… I really was… If only I hadn't left you… If only I'd known you were a werewolf… If… if only—"

The waiter hands Marcus a glass of water and sees Will and offers him a champagne. "Hello I'm Will," he says to Mr Samuels and shakes his hand. "I'm Vernon," Mr Samuels says and I notice his gaze lingers on Will. I don't blame him Will is looking very sexy right now. Over the next half an hour lots of rich art fanatics show up to see my artwork. Vernon introduces them all to me while I link my arm with Master so they all know I'm his. A lot of them were very lovely but a few of them were very pretentious and it made me uncomfortable.

Jonathan understood well here. The one who made Deep Arlord lose one side of his vision was Morgan himself, known as Mr, A. "Deep Arlord is working with Asher." Morgan just smiled. "Oh yeah? How about we play? Don't you miss it?" Asked Morgan casually. She rocked her chair swinging casually while closing her eyes. "I think we should loosen up your muscles. See you're starting to bulge, since we got married." She said without opening her eyes and kept her eyes closed.

“Morgan isn’t like you. He didn’t run from me, even when the world told him to. He stood by me every step of my journey. He’s chosen me again and again.” King Adrian studied me, his eyes narrowing, then softening. A weary sigh left his lips. “Perhaps. Or perhaps you are blinded by love, as your father was.” “I just fear history will repeat itself.” “I trust Morgan, he is a man of his words and he will never leave me hanging.” He stared at me for a long moment, and then, to my shock, he laughed. A low, broken, disbelieving laugh, full of something tender. “Thank you for giving me another chance at life.”