Novel & Cerita Arthur's April Fool Book

But when I opened the door, my hope quickly turned into a mix of disappointment and something else I wasn't quite ready to acknowledge. It was Arthur. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He stepped inside, his expression annoyingly confident. "I'm here to apply for the role of your assistant." I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing. But Arthur didn't flinch. He was completely serious. "You're joking, right?" "Not at all," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "But what about your craftsmanship business? I thought that's what you were doing. What about the Moonlight Pack?"

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

I asked, smiling. “He’s getting there,” Arthur said, tapping his temple. “He’s distracted by the new librarian, who may or may not be fencing stolen rare books through the annual book sale.” He winked. “It’s pure nonsense, of course. But it’s my nonsense.” This was our new, peaceful rhythm. His playful, fictional world existed alongside my quiet, real one. We were in our own orbits, content.

Chapter 68 Arthur's face twisted with rage as he glared at Sarah. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he spat. "But you're not. You're just a foolish little girl who thinks she can take on me." Sarah stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not afraid of you, Arthur," she said, her voice steady. Arthur's laughter was cold and menacing. "You should be," he sneered. "I'm the one who's been making headlines, who's been making your life a living hell. And you think you can just waltz in here and confront me?"