Arthur's Grave Novels & Stories

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

How calming compared to the expanse of silent sky behind him. "I will not take my own life," he whispered flatly. I blinked rapidly. "Ah… okay, sorry for being so rude to you." The distance between reality was further shattered by a brief, hollow laugh. "Not entirely wrong. Besides, I was already dying." "Excuse me?" Arthur held one of my shoulders, looking down dejectedly. "Before I run out, I want to leave all this wealth behind." He looked up, smoothing his hair, leaving behind a natural sexiness, while I, dumbfounded, understood with trepidation.

Every living being would enjoy a simple visit to Sandton city. As the two stepped out of OR Tambo International Airport they boarded the Gautrain on a one-way trip to Sandton. Et looked in awe at the architecture around him, please lights and scenery were all just amazing. It made him remember that story Andre told him about his parents, he can barely recognize their pictures, but he can never forget the sounds of their voices, how his mother used to sing a beautiful song to him every night. Below is the tragic story of what happened to the Arnulphy family.

Besides, he had nothing to do with it. "You are stubborn and courageous." Dorian said lightly. This must be his praise of him! "Don't think that there is no one in the martial arts world of Rive. Sooner or later, someone will come out from that place and you will have to pay the price for what you have done." Arthur said with a cold smile, looking at Dorian. The next moment, he quickly fell to the ground. The master of Taylor Sect, Arthur, died at last. Since then, no one was above the Deity Realm in the martial arts world of Rive.

“Arthur, it’s me, Griswold.” “Griswold?” Arthur asked before looking closely at Griswold with his tired eyes. Seeing that it was his friend, a sigh left his mouth instead of being happy. “I see that you have returned early from your trip in the foggy forest. I assume you’ve already heard about your wife’s condition?” “Yes, that’s also the reason why I’m here--” “I’m sorry…” Arthur interrupted, a sad expression appearing on his face. “I have studied all day long since the time you left the city, searching for a replacement for the vitality pill’s main ingredient but to no avail. I-I… I can’t help you anymore.”

“What is Arthur is the better question.” “What?” I adjust my cloak, turning my attention to Soren, who I’m surprised to find annoyed with the prospect of this trip instead of chomping at the bit to get away from Moonrise for the next few days. “Arthur lives in the Archives–the ancient library here in Veiled Valley. He’s… not like us.” Soren rolls his eyes. “Great. That seems to be a theme these days. What is he, exactly?” “No one really knows. I honestly doubt he knows. He’s very old. He was an exceedingly old man back when Ella came to live in Veiled Valley, and she was younger than me at the time.”

Matthew’s island is out of the question, there’s hardly enough men there. “One year, I believe it is fair given the circumstances. Once you’re put in your tomb, a witch will ward the pack with magic, to keep out enemies. Provided they’ll allow it though they’d be fools to turn it down,” Arthur states. He’s the eldest, and usually what he says goes. He was a wildcard to me and honestly I have to take this punishment and be grateful. It could be worse. Could be better. Something in me says to negotiate. Ask for one year per dead body. But it’s not wise, they could get offended when they’re already being generous.

"Before tomorrow night, have it returned to me." "Alright." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and in his heart, he recited a prayer. These days were so wonderful. They mustn't take a wrong turn. Just as he was thinking this, Griffith spoke again. "Find two limited edition bags, the best ones." "Okay." Arthur acknowledged his request and left with a smile on his face.

Camille's mother's favorite flowers. A headstone bearing the name Camille Davidson was printed. Arthur gently placed the bouquet of sunflowers on the surface of the mound. "Mommy Arthur is here. Sorry to visit after decades. "Arthur rubbed his mother's tombstone, this was the first time he felt calm at his mother's grave. "Is mommy happy after seeing everything? Xander has been rotting in Mommy's prison. I'm sorry I made the man that Mommy loved pay. "Valerie was silent listening to Arthur who kept talking and telling stories.

His expression hardened. Arthur's body had been replaced. The figure lying in the coffin was made of wax.