Arthur X John Novels & Stories

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

I rubbed Xavier's forearm slowly. Arthur’s eyes darkened when his gaze fell on my hand. "So, he is treating you better than me, you low class slut. No wonder why a greedy whore like you agreed to marry me and when I discarded you like a used tissue paper, you jumped on my brother. " He spat venom from his tongue as he spoke about me. I closed my eyes as the word hit me. Tears brimmed in my eyes. He couldn't stop insulting me. "You have made the biggest mistake of your life, Arthur." I heard Xavier's deep voice, it sounded scarier and menacing before he begun to punch Arthur relentlessly.

I just chuckled before snickering as the corner of my mouth slided to the side of my face. “You shouldn't believe or think! Doesn't it sound obvious? Don't you sound stupid to yourself?” I questioned and his eyes darkened. “What did you just say?” “Easy there. Just check the cameras because this isn't a time for us to bicker but a time for you to find out what your soul brother wants from you. If not for the fact that I know you aren't gay, I would have totally believed that he was your ex and is angry about the fact that you married a woman.” Arthur's eyes widened as he stared at me like I had just said the most abominable thing on earth.

Since Arthur was facing two strong opponents by himself, he was instantly sent flying by the combined attack. Thankfully, Arthur was a formidable martial artist and managed to brace himself for the overpowering energy. Still, he fumbled and backed away a few steps helplessly, his blood boiling from the impact. "Trying to bully us with your number? Arthur, let us help you!" The two elder men behind Arthur were instantly enraged when they saw the Southern Boss and the Great Apostle teaming up against Arthur. They were none other than the Second and Fifth Elder of the Thompsons; along with the Third Elder, they all supported the second bloodline.

Their jackets were pulled tight against the coastal breeze, two cups of lukewarm coffee resting between them. Sophia nudged his shoulder. “Not bad for a man who claimed he wasn’t built for diplomacy.” He smirked. “Not bad for a woman who solved a decade-long feud with a phone and three sentences.” She gave him a sideways glance. “So what now? You go back to being the rival?” Arthur looked out toward the horizon, the light breaking over the rooftops. “Maybe,” he said softly, “I’m done competing.” Her expression shifted—something curious, something warm—but she didn’t press. Not yet.

He didn't shift. "Phineas?" Arthur’s voice was a dry rattle. He scrambled off the blankets, his knees hitting the stone floor with a sickening crack. He crawled forward, his fingernails clawing at the hem of Phineas’s trousers. "Phineas... oh god. My mate. You came back for me." "Don't touch me, Arthur. You’re getting filth on the wool." Phineas didn't move. He stood like a statue, watching the man who used to rule his life grovel in the dirt.

John remained near my car, far enough to give privacy, but close enough to intervene if necessary. Arthur glanced briefly at John, then back at me. “What's this about?” Arthur asked, feigning innocence. My gaze was steady. “You've been visiting my home,” I said calmly. Arthur gave a faint smile. “I've visited many homes.” I sharpened my gaze instantly. “Don't insult me,” I said. Arthur's smile thinned. “I assume this is about Riley.” “It's entirely about Riley," I stated. Silence stretched with thick and humorless tension in the air.

Close enough that they could get into any kind of act. Arthur nervously swallowed his saliva that was secreted in his throat. They stood like that for some time. Ethan tried to intimidate Arthur as much as possible despite knowing he was pressuring him to speak, say whatever it was Arthur wanted to talk about, secretly hoping to hear he is still stuck in the past with Ethan. But that would seem like a lie if Arthur says he is stuck in the past. It was clear to everyone that Arthur is a family man now and had gone far from being a college boy.

Julian staggered back again as his lips split open and blood spilled down his chin. “What’s the matter, puppy? Can’t handle a fifty-year-old?” Arthur smirked, kicking his leg out at Julian’s, trying to knock him down. “If anything else, being in jail has taught me the value of patience. I’ve had eleven long years to plan out what I’m going to do once I get out. It took a hell lot of patience.” But Julian saw it coming and caught his leg and twisted it, throwing Arthur to the floor. “You take care of your patience, I’ll look for an opportunity,” he said as he slammed his leg down on Arthur’s stomach.

Arthur had his legs kicked out sitting in an arm chair, a small coffee table placed next to the seat with several empty beer bottles littering it's surface. Arthur smiled as his body was given the occasional jolt or jostle as the tune would change. "You know I've heard business meetings can be quite strenuous. But this?... I gotta admit it's a strain I could happily live with. What are you doing here Arthur?" John's voice called out with a hint of resentment.