Arthur's April Fool Book Novels & Stories

"I suppose they're expecting me back." His tone suggested this was deeply unfortunate. Which immediately made me suspicious. "Why?" Arthur smiled. "Bridge club." That wasn't suspicious. That was somehow worse. The image of Arthur secretly dominating a retirement-community bridge league felt entirely plausible. He caught my expression. Then laughed. "Never underestimate old people." A pause. "We've had more time to practice." Fair point. Very fair. As Arthur stood, something slipped from his jacket pocket. A folded envelope. Old. Yellowed. Worn around the edges.

After Arthur fell against his chair with his face seeming pale, Javier carried on to say, “You’ve been pretending to be a fool for so many years, thinking that you were very smart and very tolerating of everything that had been happening around you. Has it ever crossed your mind to think whether you’re smarter than the old fox, though!? “Would he have allowed you to raise a son for so long if he weren’t yours? Would he have allowed his son to live like an absolute fool for so many years, or even allow Marjorie and Sigmund to leave this island alive!?” To make Arthur believe all that, Javier even made use of the old fox’s name. In fact, he even used the old fox’s love toward Sigmund. Despite

He had been hoping one of them would lead him to a secret room behind the bookcase, but nothing had happened. Nothing stood out to him as out of place. Well, more than it already was. Noah had led him on a wild goose chase. He was about to turn around and leave when he spotted something. In a dusty corner of one of the bookshelves, Arthur found a weathered journal. He was one-hundred percent sure that he’d ripped every single book down. That definitely had not been there before. Noah had left him a present of sorts. Arthur marched over and grabbed the book. Its pages were filled with cryptic writings, a testament to a mind teetering on the edge of sanity. The entries told a tale of obsession

I am truly puzzled. My confusion deepens when Arthur places the book on the table. It instantly disappears. Poof! Like it was never here at all! We both gasp and it takes a while before we come back to our senses. Now, I cannot help but consider Arthur's earlier speculation. Is this a gift or a trap? "What now, Aiden?" Arthur asks in surprise. "Luckily, I snapped pictures of the pages of the book before I called you. Here, take a look." I hand him my phone and the expression on his face is epic.

My laugh was like ice. "Shall I refresh your memory? Right after we married, you cheated on me. Joann's child was born a full six months before Lily. And on the day of Lily's hundred-day party, when we could have used the cord blood, you insisted on dragging Lily to the hospital to draw blood for Joann's daughter. You bled Lily dry until she died."

The more I did it, the more I felt I wanted to throw my brain out. “Maybe it was the bed” I found something to blame other than my annoying mind, messing with me. I got off the bed to my reading table and once again tried to read the book, but I instead, placed the book down, opening my laptop and the browser. I typed in Arthur's name in the search bar and was about to click the search button when I changed it to 'Arthur the professional biker'. Crazy, but that was my best bet and fortunately, I didn't need to worry as he came up once it stopped loading. “Killian Arthur Floyd” I spelt out his full name slowly.

I wanted to see if I could rattle him back. I swallowed hard and looked him dead in the eye. “It’s sweet.” Jeremiah laughed. The sound was bright and completely out of character. “You are a terrible liar.” He grinned, showing teeth. “I knew what those would do. Arthur grows them like that on purpose. It is a cure for facial paralysis, not a snack.” Before I could call him out for the prank, the balcony door pushed open. Arthur walked in carrying a tray with two bowls of vanilla ice cream. He placed them on the table and wiped his palms on his apron.

EVENING TIME Arthur was reading a book in his library when Jeremy walked in. "Sir, would you like to see them now?" "Yes." He replied after a while without glancing away from his book "Then I will have them prepared and send them in at once…" "There is no need for that. Take me to them instead…" He stood from his seat and dropped the book back into the bookshelf. "But sir…they are not washed up yet…" Jeremy protested, surprised with Arthur's sudden desire to meet the girls by himself.

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

‘‘Don’t know where your mind has been, Michael, but from what I know as a teacher, you are done when I say you are! ‘‘Sir, it’s Alonso.’’ Tammy corrected, causing the class to laugh. ‘‘I don’t care!’’ he turned to face Tammy, ‘‘Both names are in the bible, no?’’ While Mr Russell was tackling Tammy, Alonso threw Andy a paper containing answers at knee level just high enough to be caught in mid-air and too low to be seen by anyone. The boys had planned something like this because they knew the inevitability of Mr Russell’s crazy schemes. One time, Mr Russell hid the school hamster in Andy’s bag just to get him in trouble.