Arthur Shrek 3 Novels & Stories

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

Too tired to argue, I sat. He pulled out a container and opened it. The smell of warm porridge filled the room. “Eat.” I stared at the bowl. “I’m not hungry.” “I don’t care,” he said, pushing it toward me. “Eat or I’m not leaving.” “Damien—” “I’m serious. Eat.” I took the spoon, hands shaking a little, and slowly ate. The porridge was still warm. It felt nice against my dry throat. I hated that he was here. I hated that I didn’t have the strength to make him leave.

I felt worried instantly because he looked confused, very confused. “What’s wrong? How bad is the break?” I asked him. “His arm healed Chief,” Derek said. “That’s not possible,” I said. “This is his x-ray, there’s no break,” he said. “Impossible, we all saw his arm,” Megan said. “Our healing only kicks in at the age of fourteen,” I said. “And then it progresses until we merge with our dragons.” “Nobody’s healing is this instant,” Derek said. “So he’s okay?” Megan asked.

he said firmly. Every muscle in my body tensed. Instinctively, my free hand moved to my stomach, lingering briefly. Just long enough that Arthur noticed. His gaze sharpened in an instant, his eyes flicking quickly between my hand and my face. His lips parted, as if he were ready to ask something, but Elder William spoke first. "Ah, Audrey,” Elder William joked lightly, misinterpreting everything. “If Arthur’s not doing his part, I know some excellent fertility herbs that work wonders. You’ll have cubs in no time!"

"Enough, enough! I know you want Shirley! Arthur made me drool, and I hastily got up and undressed. Arthur, on the other hand, stood by, wagging his tail and gazing expectantly at me. Soon after, I completed my transformation. When Shirley finally saw Arthur, she seemed excited and a little shy. The proud little girl, however, was in no hurry to mate with Arthur at once, and she drew back a few paces, keeping her eyes fixed on him before her. Arthur's huge body made a swift lunge, but the petite Shirley seemed to have a premonition, and she slipped hastily away from the flank before Arthur could reach her. Arthur pounced, visibly upset. But Sidney succeeded in arousing Arthur's intense desir

“The nerve of some people!” “Oh my god, Samantha!” Emily’s other friend, Rebecca responded in exaggerated shock as she lifted her deeply tanned hand to cover her berry-stained lips. “Is that Ari McKenna?! Girl, we haven't seen you in what…” she paused, pretending to think as if she hadn’t just been gossiping about me a moment before, “3 years?” “She’s here to be Dr. Winchester’s assistant,” Emily mocked, her blue eyes flashing as she tilted her head elegantly and laughed sweetly. “We should let her pass, really, I’m sure she has a spill to mop up or a toilet to clean.”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

"AH, I made a terrible mistake. I mistook someone else for you. Please give me a chance to make things right." "I'm willing to offer you 20% of the profits to show my sincerity." I ignored his messages and signed a contract with Oliver instead. Oliver's company had recently been competing with Connor's, so their business development directions were very similar. I authorized Oliver's company for my themed artwork and attended their launch event. I knew Connor would be monitoring the event. Sure enough, as soon as the event ended, my phone vibrated frantically—they were all messages and calls from Connor. "Averie, why didn't you tell me you were AH? I've misunderstood you for so long."

he muttered, attempting to reach for the beer bottle on the coffee table. I swatted his hand away playfully. "Nope, Mr. Grumpy-gills. You need some water in that system before another beer." He feigned offense, raising an eyebrow. "Ouch, babe. You wound me." His grin, however, betrayed him. "Oh, I know," I teased, leaning in for a quick peck. "So, spill the magic potion. How's the big boss feeling now?" Arthur shrugged, his gaze flickering away for a moment. "Still a bit… raw, I guess. Won't lie, seeing Vladimir again wasn't exactly a walk in the park."