Arthur Shelby Novels & Stories

He was the first real friend Toby’s made in Sheffield. “Stepbrother, huh? Still?” Rhys said from beside him, gazing at him with eager eyes. Toby frowned. “What?” “He’s still your stepbrother, right? Is the mother around?” “Unfortunately, yeah.” “Seriously,” Arthur stuck a fork into his mashed potatoes as his lips curled up in amusement. “Daddy Irons hasn’t gotten rid of her, yet? My pops cycles through his wives like cigarettes, I’d honestly shit a brick if he settled down.”

Needless to say, Oliver made polite conversation with Elise whenever etiquette demanded it, but the majority of his attention was paid on the pretty little pre-debutante seated next to him. Careful attention to the conversation between Michael Jameson and the man on her left jogged her memory enough for her to remember that this name was Arthur Tipple. Arthur moved from Atlanta when the war broke out because of his anti-slavery beliefs. He settled in Philadelphia and met her uncle shortly after that. Sidney took an immediate liking to Arthur and sponsored him so that he could open a diamond exchange with exquisite workmanship to be had. Arthur quickly repaid Sidney and the friendship gre

It was indeed a pleasant surprise. Arthur was a cool man who liked minding his own business. He was not in attendance for Shane's burial but Kane recalled him calling and expressing his profound apology for missing it. He was an oceanographer and at the time of Shane's burial he had been on duty with his team somewhere in the Atlantic region. "No more pleasant than it is to see you, my boy! Mehn you've become really buff. Life's treating you good now, eh?" Arthur said, giving a lopsided grin.

It seemed like he knew that she was embarrassed so he was teasing her on purpose. Ashton on the hand did not take Elipha's warning words to heart and only gave out a mirthful laugh. He did not want to waste any more time and immediately escorted Eliphas outside the room. On his return, he even remembered to shut the door to avoid any more disturbance from anyone although he knew that it was only Eliphas who lived in this huge house. “Darling, why are you shying about? Uncle Eliphas is such an understanding man.” Ashton said Ashton tried to live the covers, but he discovered that the little girl was holding them quite tightly around her.

Two years after.. Have you ever reached at point in your life when you thought enough is enough? It has reached to the brim and you just can't manage anymore, you hoping and searching for a get away door. That's how Shay Valentine is feeling right now, its been two years since she lost her parents. Her uncle isn't a good guardian, even though she is an adult now she still have to live under his roof actually her father's roof that he now controlls.

The first sentence he said was, “Boss, is Arthur with you now?” Blair raised his brows. He did not understand why he suddenly asked about Arthur but replied, “No, he’s supervising Luke in the underground basement in the suburbs.” “What’s wrong?” The next second, Solomon said, “Arthur is Stephen’s undercover agent. His codename is Shiro!” Blair and Kyle instantly paled, both showing disbelief. “Arthur has been with me since he was sixteen. It’s been ten years. How could he be an undercover agent?” From sixteen to twenty-six...

“If Mr. Shelby is the one masterminding this, then Reina Myers might not even know that she stole North Myers’s idea.” Mr. Shelby saw Linda’s gaze, and he trembled. He put on an expression as if he had given up on fighting back. “That’s right! I did it! I did it all for Ms. North! Mr. Henry is useless and has his judgment clouded by you! How can he even think about handing the company over to his stepdaughter?! I can’t just watch Myers Corporation be driven to ruin!” Then, he looked at North. “Ms. North, I’m sorry! I wanted to accuse Reina Myers of plagiarism after the brooch designs came out, but her fans were faster! I’m sorry you had to go through that!”

Arthur pondered before replying, "Mr. Layton Senior, although Mr. Spencer and Ms. Lucille were engaged, they still haven't had her marriage ceremony yet. So I assume they're waiting for when the ceremony is over." "Don't rush, Mr. Layton Senior. They're still young, and you're still healthy and strong. The day you'll hold your great-grandchild will happen soon," Arthur assured. James used to be relaxed concerning this, but now he was growing anxious. "Oh, Arthur. Did you know what my friend Julian Shapiro told me when we had a call yesterday?" Arthur shook his head and asked, "What did Mr. Shapiro Senior say, Mr. Layton Senior?" James grew enraged and roared, "That damn Mr. Shapiro, he bragg

I hear him turn pages. “He says,” Arthur begins, “I have spent sixty years building things with my name on them. In the last five months, I have been trying to build something with no name on it at all. Something that exists because it is right and serves people who need serving and does not require anyone to know it came from Gerald Thomas.” He pauses.

She had been summoned here by the one man she feared and desired above all others: Arthur Pendelton. ​Arthur was her father’s closest friend, her designated legal guardian after her parents passed, and the man she had called her godfather since she was a child. But there was nothing holy or familial about the way her heart hammered against her ribs at the thought of him. He was forty-six, a towering, ruthless billionaire philanthropist whose shadow loomed large over both the financial world and her own deepest, most forbidden fantasies. ​She parked the car, stepping out into the biting wind. Before she could reach the towering oak doors, they swung open.