Arthur X John Novels & Stories

Arthur was an eighth grade martial artist and was one rank above Allison. Confident in his abilities, he lunged and reached out a hand to seize Dustin. Dustin barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Arthur flying across the room. Arthur landed face-first in a humiliating sprawl. An eighth grade martial artist was no better than a helpless little ant in his presence. The hall fell into stunned silence. This was Lord Barbenheim’s second heir. He was elite and powerful. Yet this mysterious man had tossed him aside like a child. Was he asking for death?

“How old are you again?” James asked, and Arthur giggled. “I’m six,” he said, puffing his chest proudly. James gave him a doubtful look, shaking his head. “You sound like you’re forty-two.” Arthur burst into laughter, and James joined in. “So, do we have a deal?” Arthur asked, stretching his tiny fist forward. “Yeah, we do… but it’s our little secret. No one else must ever find out,” James said as he knocked his fist gently against Arthur’s.

Catori whispered to him. "No, that's your mother's brother," he whispered back. "Show yourself," the man growled. "Or are you just a bunch of cowards?" "Xavier," Arthur called gently. He jumped down from the tree branch where he and Catori had taken cover. There was silence when the man heard his voice. "I said who are you? Show yourself," he growled again. "Of voice, Xavier. With pleasure, dearest brother-in-law," Arthur said as he came out of the shadows.

Before I could rip out his earbuds, Arthur took them out himself. “Are we done?” Arthur asked, his tone slightly concerned. I sighed and tried to pull myself together. “Yes, we’re done.” I pointed back to the rack of clothes. “Outfit two.” Arthur grinned and patted my shoulder. “Thank you, my little fan girl.” I watched Arthur walk away in the hopes that completely ignoring John would make him go away. The world proved me wrong, again. “A rich boy like Barnett can’t give you the individual attention you need…during a workout,” John said, his voice practically in my ear.

I saw the flicker of agreement in his eyes. After a few quick punches and kicks, I spotted the opening I’d been waiting for and launched into a full combo. I didn’t hold back—hit after hit, then finished with a kick that sent him flying out of bounds. He looked completely dazed. “Dad, how embarrassing!” Arthur said, tossing a bucket of cold water on his face to snap him out of it. “Ah, shit! I think I cracked a rib,” John groaned, trying to sit up.

He added while interrogating me. "Oh, pardon my manners, Mr. John, but this is Arthur, whom I refer to as Mister Handsome because I believe he is the most handsome man in the entire wide world, and he's my boyfriend." I said as I introduced Arthur to Mr. John. Arthur has a bright smile on his face as he wipes his chin with his palms. Arthur licked his bottom lips with saliva as he looked at me with admiration. "Nice meeting you, Arthur." Mr. John stated as he shook Arthur's hand. "So, are you here for a test?" He went on to say.

' The response came immediately. Arthur: 'My place. Tonight. 7 PM.' I stared at the message, at what I was about to do, and I tried not to think about the fact that I was about to use Arthur the same way both Klein brothers had used me. Because this wasn't about revenge. This was about survival. And I was very good at surviving.

He would let everyone insult him when he lived with the Roths, but that's not him anymore, that old Arthur is dead. "You're ruining my tuxedo." Arthur said coldly, his deep voice sending chills down Mavin's spines, Making him immediately let go of Arthur's shirt. Kevin, who was in shock after seeing his son's actions, came out of his shock and rushed to stop his son.

Arthur was a gentle lover, holding my face carefully as though I would break but I wasn’t glass, the pain in my stomach felt almost imaginary for me. I suppose Arthur was right when he said I had suicidal tendencies and needed to control myself. Arthur treated me carefully as he pulled out his cloth while I removed the long shirt that covered my upper body. Arthur’s lips kissed my lips before his lips travelled down, gently and with kindness his lips travelled down my body. Arthur was truly different from his brother. August was very expressive with his body and sexual desires while Arthur was gentle, treating me with love and comfort like the prince he was. Even with the same face, they wer

"He just stopped me from using my phone and he just insisted that I rest. It was horrible. All I can think about is you. If you're safe and happy." "I'm safe thanks to you," I whisper, reaching out to kiss him gently. "But I wasn't happy. What happened? Arthur smiles with a hint of sadness. He hesitates, but in the end, but then he just takes both of my hands and faces me, his eyes wide. "Those Rogues . . . they're not ordinary." I frown. "What do you mean?" "They've been dead. And something brought them back to life."