Arthur X Shinra 소설 & 이야기

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

Especially since Arthur is not someone that anyone could ever treat poorly off. “You do not need to.” Haruna immediately corrected, as she added. “Besides, I was already brief about your situation and your ability.” She informs, while still on her guard and with her half mind that is whispering and provoking her to end Arthur’s life. “With that in mind and check, you do not need to worry about anything.” Yet, she shouldn’t, and she couldn’t. As she had a complete sense and grasp of Arthur’s huge mana that will be a stupid thing to challenge him. Making Arthur no doubt the twin of the Shrine Maiden, Daniela.

"Do you guys have a nice trip to the palace, Daddy, Brother Julian, and Brother Sean? And, where is big brother Arthur?" "I am here." An exhausted voice replied. Arthur is teleported directly on the sofa and plopped down beside his mother. "Those three are the worst! I almost couldn't hold their ridiculous outburst when they heard you went missing for overnight, Seiran." Seiran chuckles. Her oldest brother, Arthur, is a mix of their mother and father. He had their father's gold hair with a hint of black on the very end, combed stylishly to the back of his head, and their mother's oceanic eyes. Previously, his bother is very protective of her. However, when Seiran reached eighteen years old,

He was also aiming to finally defeat his father in the teacher student face-off. The most promising new faces included Mia who's ability was termed difficult to deal with, Souma Fubuki who was the young master of the house of Fubuki and also Natsumi's younger brother, and Yamato who didn't participate in the last tournament because he was working overtime. Shiro didn't make the official list because despite the rumors about him, no one in the school with the exception of his close friends had actually seen him fight. Though unofficial, the two that were tagged the least promising were Andrew and Marie Rosewell. Andrew's case was that he got beaten badly in his first qualifying match of the p

Shane sneered. “She didn’t die,” Mia raised a brow. “Oh… that is good to hear.” “I hope neither of you have a hand in what happened to that woman.” Arthur stood from where he sat, moved over to his sister, and then grabbed her arm. “Hey.” “Why? Do you feel attacked?” “Pick a struggle.” “No. I love playing both sides. It is fun.” Arthur tightened his grip around her, pulled her closer, and then hissed, “Pick a side, and let’s know where you belong to. Here is not a place where you play both sides. You’re rather going to lose on both sides.”

Why did good people always suffer? “Are you sure?” This time aura asked looking deep into her brother’s eyes, she needed the reassurance that her baby will be fine. The door flung open again and a nurse walked out. “Who is unique eyes?” She asked and Aurora rushed to her. “I am the one” “He needs you” Before she could even finish the sentence, Aurora rushed into the operation room and there he was lying on the bed. The blood was still flowing out of his body and he looked really pale.

" I looked up in a daze at the familiar gentle voice. The man standing in front of me was Marcus Shadowhow, the man whom I had been in love with for the past six years. Standing behind him, looking terrified and aggrieved, was Sienna Nightsky—Marcus's assistant for the past six months. Sienna, feigning a pitiful act, said, "Why don't we forget about it, Marcus? Although I've been looking forward to this holiday for a very long time, since Lorelei wouldn't let you fulfill your promise, I'll just pretend that you've never promised me this before. Anyway, I have been all alone since I was young. It's fine if you're not with me!"

I barked. “I did give you a cure. A stake through her heart. Will end your misery and, from the looks of it, hers. A useless sheltered life she’s led.” Max joked. “Regardless, I’ve made a promise, not only to Amelia but to myself. I will not harm a human over that thing.” I declared. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Max shrugged, and he almost made me smile. If only the thoughts of that thing weren't running around my head since she got here, I would have been able to give a normal reaction to one of my friend’s jokes.

“It’s okay, it’s just a truck, you gave me so much more, Alpha Vernon. I hope you win this war. And I will provide you with whatever help I can.” Arthur patted me on the shoulder, and then he mind-linked his man to drop another car off. I thought about what he said, and what Shannon said about the orphanage she grew up in. I hated war, and I was proud that I never become like my father. Because if I did, if I was bloodthirsty like he did, I wouldn't be getting any help today. Just when I was thinking, Arthur walked in again, and he dropped a key in the palm of my hand. He shook my hand when he did so. The sharp edge of the key dug into my palm as our hands met. He patted me on the arm again.