Arthur Shelby Novels & Stories

Now Shelby is smiling more and is much more relaxed than she has ever been. Shelby and Augustin didn't marry each other. Rather they formed a bond much stronger than that. Their mutual pain and suffering brought them closer. They thought friendship is stronger than anything else. As Shelby has been burned within an inch of her life after marrying Alexander, she is not planning to marry anyone else. To her, marriage felt like a prison. Augustin is fond of Shelby and her company, so he doesn't want to ruin their bond by giving it a name of any relationship.

Behind him followed his dad and a lady I didn’t recognise. “Leah, it’s great to see you. We are glad that you could make it today.” Jack offered me his hand. I shook his hand, “Thank you for the opportunity to interview for a position here.” “Leah, this is Julie Shepherd. Julie this is Leah.” Julie held her hand out, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” I shook her hand. “Thank you for bringing her up, Logan.” Julie smiled at him, there was something all too familiar about the smile.

“I just now completed my assessment and was planning to share it with you this evening after your dinner with Trip.” “I’d be interested to hear as well,” Luther says cocking a brow. “Carson Donovan was believed to be untouchable as Arthur’s closest friend.” “Arthur’s gone, dad, allegiances have shifted,” Abigail says astutely. “At some point, we may even need to overturn Arthur’s stones to see what comes scurrying out from beneath them.”

I nodded in agreement, looking at the glass window of the private room. "I think it will be better that way too." The man in a dark suit who walked in with William earlier stepped up beside us. The screen of his tablet cast a glow on his face as he turned it toward William. "Shit!" William swore at whatever he was reading "They didn't even waste time." "What is it?" I asked, leaning in. He takes the tablet from the suit man to show me. I saw a bold new headline with Arthur's picture on it…a shot taken as he was being pushed into the emergency room: "Sterling Global founder Arthur Sterling slips and falls on a date with new wife and is currently being operated on in Harold Memorial."

POV: Silas Sterling Arthur Sterling didn’t look like a man who had spent fifteen years in the purgatory of an offshore exile. He looked like the personification of a high-yield bond: stable, polished, and utterly devoid of mercy. He stepped over the mangled remains of the vault door, his handmade oxfords clicking against the concrete floor with a rhythmic, chilling precision.

Toby wore a dark charcoal suit, his hair slightly damp from the mist, looking more like the man he had become than the boy I had met at a bonfire a lifetime ago. The hike down to the cove was our processional. We walked hand-in-hand, our boots crunching on the wet needles and the shale. Arthur Vance was waiting for us by the driftwood, acting as our witness and officiant. He looked remarkably healthy—the shadows under his eyes had been replaced by the sharp, focused light of a man who had found his purpose in the law again. “You two look like you belong here,” Arthur said, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his professional exterior. “Between the forest and the deep blue sea.”

"You think you've won? Arthur will be out in a week. He has friends. He has power." "Arthur is never coming out," I said. "The prosecutor found the offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. They found the money he stole from the Vane merger. And they found the evidence that he was the one who tampered with the Founders Party documents. He’s looking at twenty years. And since you signed the letters, Sherry, you’re looking at ten.” I looked towards maya. “And to my dear sister, I’m sure you can already guess what’s in store for you.”

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

He was genuinely happy for Caleb, yes Cassandra was being a bit difficult currently, but considering the circumstances that led her to this place that was expected, he admired Caleb’s patience with his mate, he doubted he would be this patient if his mate proved as difficult as her cousin, he had spent a hundred and three years of his existence waiting for her, he wouldn’t give her a moment’s respite when he finally had her to himself. He pulled out the arrow and examined it, seeing that it was still in good shape, he slid it into the tin where he kept his arrows that was constantly strapped to his back. Sunset was fast approaching, he had left the compound since noon, Caleb had contacted hi

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I