Arthur X John Novels & Stories

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

She sighs, “Okay thanks, Arthur. I will see to Raven. Can you serve the last of the breakfast?” “Sure.” Arthur is actually the oldest in the orphanage. He is 16. He lost his parents at the age of 10 and even though he has had a few offers of adoption over the past 6 years; he has refused all of them. Arthur is tall for his age and a very skilled warrior already. He is training under Randolf and will no doubt be one of my top chief warriors by the time he turns 18.

"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."

Werewolf mates and bonds were more similar to blood bonds than he thought. “Could she break the bond?” Owen hummed, “Probably. Either of them could reject the other.” “Will Arthur reject her?” “No.” John grit his teeth. It seemed that his only option was to get her to reject Arthur but how was he going to do that? She made it clear that she loved Arthur. He had hoped that their bond and marriage had a weak point but Owen’s answers weren't giving him any insight into it. “ I will say this,” Owen said. “ If you are trying to come between them, be prepared to kill Arthur before he kills you.”

“Arthur, I think we should leave now. It’s getting late.” His only response to that was a weird chuckle. “Alright, let’s go.” she dropped her almost-empty can of soda. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder and grabbed his waist to help him up. The guy that Arthur had fought with was sitting across the hall with some other jocks. It seemed like they were together, watching their every move. It turned out that they were watching and waiting for the drugs to take effect so they can rain their revenge on Arthur and his friends.

Holy artillery : Songs of Jericho ( She says after which she blows into the trumpet and a powerful sound wave is emitted from the trumpet, destroying the creature’s hand in an instant) ARTHUR : Thanks for the save, Rehab REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him

Then Arthur stepped back, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’re pathetic,” he said, his voice sharp and cutting. “Both of you. And you,” he added, turning his glare on me. “You’d better hope you’re nothing more than a temporary distraction. Because if you are anything more, you’ll regret ever crossing paths with my son.” I opened my mouth to respond, but Jaxon held up a hand, silencing me. “Get out, Arthur,” he said, his voice icy. Arthur didn’t move. He stood there for a moment, his eyes sweeping over both of us with something that resembled disgust.

"Don't nod. Answer me." "Yes, we're calm." Arthur and Chris said the same response. After they said that, I made fun of them, asking them to shake hands, and play dead. Arthur noticed it, and I stopped because even though Arthur seemed apologetic, I was sure that he would get an act of revenge on me for teasing him so much today. Then suddenly called my name, and I looked at him while I had the two pups sitting in my lap, "What?" "How long have you been in a relationship with this shit?" Chris pointed his finger at Arthur, and I saw Arthur's killing gazed, and he raised his voice as he tried to punch him again, "Who are you calling shit?!"

His wolf stood there, too calm for what was happening. And then Finn finally looked at Arthur. Arthur sucked in a breath, like someone had punched the air out of him. “No…” he whispered, disbelief spreading across his face. “Finn, no.” Finn lowered his stance. Ready. Arthur tried again to get up. His arm slipped out from under him, his body collapsing back to the ground. “Finn—stop,” he rasped, breath shaking. “Please… don’t do this.” Finn’s eyes softened as he looked at Arthur before turning away, readying himself.