Arthur The Aardvark Book Novels & Stories

*Vicky* Arthur was afraid of death, and now he was so frightened by me that he couldn't say a word. Of course, I was happy to see him like this. I waved my right hand with First Snow and viciously pierced his other leg. In an instant, the freezing air sealed his whole leg. He howled loudly in pain, and now the unbeatable king of the underground was like a lost dog, unable to even escape. "Laugh again. Go on, why did you stop?"

And she would. “Mommy? Why are you crying?” Arthur’s little hand reached up to wipe her tears. “Nothing… I just love you so much,” she whispered. “I love you too, Mommy,” he said with a bright smile, leaning into her hug. They stayed like that for a long moment before he pulled back and headed for his wardrobe. “So, Mommy… this Red Moon Pack… is it as good and peaceful as Velaris?” She hesitated, forcing a hum of agreement she didn’t quite feel. In truth, Red Moon was nothing like Velaris. But no matter what, she would keep him safe.

"Split into search teams! Check the orange grove, the artificial lake, the livestock pens, the greenhouse, the warehouse, and the tourist area. Don’t miss a single spot!" "Yes, sir!" Arthur himself ran towards the orange grove. His instinct told him the two children might have been tempted to chase butterflies or pick fruit. “Arthur, where are you going?” shouted Jacob. He had already got out of the car. Sure enough. From behind a row of lush orange trees, the sound of soft laughter could be heard. “Hehehe… look, big brother! A rabbit!” cried Reyna. Arthur quickened his pace. In a small meadow, he saw Dante and Reyna crouching down, stroking a wild white rabbit. Beside them, a few oranges th

I couldn't help but smile. Arthur suddenly jolted awake when the sun was setting. I gently wiped away the sweat beading on his forehead. As I took in his face that had turned as white as a sheet, I asked, "Did you have a nightmare?" Arthur's eyes reddened in an instant when he looked at me. He then threw himself headfirst into my embrace. "It really is you, Mommy. You really came back, and you didn't leave. I dreamed that the madman had everyone who looked like you killed."

I held his arm, hoping for something, anything. I sighed, grabbing another book. Eve had brought five books. This was the last of the five and each time I picked up one, I had the hope that he would open his eyes and tell me I should go over a sentence because he fell asleep mid saying it and now he was awake and wanted to know what I said but that never came. “Once upon a time,” I began, occasionally looking over the book to his sleeping figure. Arthur walked through the door, a flask in hand. “I got some food for you,” he said, placing it down to lay them out.

he said with care, “you know more about it than I do. Perhaps you can enlighten me on the place. I’ve often considered paying it a visit, but things keep popping up that take precedence over visiting and getting to know the neighbors.” “You’re their neighbor?” Kendra eagerly said. “How close are they?” “They’re not true neighbors,” Arthur explained. “It was more a figure of speech than fact.” At the look of disappointment that consumed her lovely face, he added, “I’ve not made the trip, but I’m guessing Center Land is a week’s walk from here. Less if we take the horses.” “You have horses?” Rex asked with enthusiasm. Arthur nodded. “We have an ATV as well. It’s down and we can’t seem to

He answered with a chuckle, and Aurora also chuckled. “I will try.” * ~At night~ After Danielle left, Arthur took the children into their room so that they could sleep. After three of them laid on the bed and Arthur was about to leave, Ryan stopped him. “Dad? Can you please tell us a story?” He asked, and Arthur smiled, walking back to his bed. “Okay! I have a bedtime story for you all.” He answered, walking to their shelf to get one of the storybooks he had gotten.

He turned silent and asked, "What do you want to hear?" "Story of a Pig and three Piglets", Darika's words came out excitingly of her mouth. Arthit was surprised as he thought, 'Even her demands are different from normal girls'. Arthit turned silent again for a while and started to make his own story on a pig and three piglets, "A long long time ago. There was a juicy, chubby, and pinkish pig who loved to do OINK OINK" After a while, he didn't finish his story and she just fell asleep. Arthit watched her face for a while and kissed her forehead and then he stretched out his long arm and let her small head rest on his shoulder.

Ryatt asks even though I know he’s already heard this story. “She was a shifter, for sure.” “That’s because shifters are everywhere,” Arthur says from the ladder. A book thuds to the ground. He continues his search, pulling down two more thick, dusty books, before continuing, “You’re a rather resilient bunch.” Soren can’t decide where to look but settles on Arthur as he slowly moves down the ladder.

we cleaned up the scattered fabric samples. "A nautical nursery," Arthur mused, holding up a swatch with tiny whales. "Do you think the baby will feel pressured to become a marine biologist?" "Better than feeling pressured to solve fictional compost murders," I retorted, folding a blanket. He pretended to be wounded. "My legacy is secure. Speaking of which..." He disappeared into his study and returned with a thick envelope. "It's finished." I stared at it. "The book?" "The book," he confirmed, placing it in my hands with a mixture of pride and terror. "The Compost Murders of Cedar Cove. Be gentle. Or don't. But be honest."