Author Arthur Novels & Stories

I could not let go of that feeling for some reason no matter how hard I tried to push it away. We slowed down on the trail to a point where the trees opened into a large clearing. Brax led me over to one of the picnic tables in the clearing and took a seat. I followed his lead, taking a seat next to him. Opening his bag, he offered me a bottle of water. I politely declined, still too distracted to concentrate fully. He could tell there was something on my mind, as he gently nudged me with his shoulder. “What’s on your mind?” I found myself reacting quickly and turning to look at him. “I’m sorry you’ve organised a perfect afternoon and here I am away with the fairies.”

“That’s the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard... and I’m in. Not because pof your correction but because I like how the fishes sound.” Arthur rolls his eyes, chuckling softly as he puts out their matching equipment sets. Twenty minutes later, they’re on a small motorboat with a very cheerful instructor named Sal, who seems to think Arthur and Bethany are the funniest couple he’s ever met on earth, mostly because Arthur can’t figure out how to wear the fins without tripping over his own feet and Bethany, instead of helping out, chooses to bend over laughing first before making any effort and then they go down together, laughing.

"I... I was just getting water. The power is out." Arthur stood up from his chair. He was a tall, imposing man, and as he walked slowly toward the door, his shadow completely swallowed me. He stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees instantly go weak. His gaze slowly dropped down my body, taking in the sight of my big boobs straining against the white silk nightgown.

Have I just been denied a right explicitly designed for people like me? "Refused." I stuttered out, more of a statement than a question. "I don't know. You have to open it." Arthur replied, his voice equally stressed, and I looked at him. His eyes were sad but full of hope, and his shy smile gave me courage. Arthur never liked guesses; he only accepted facts and said you will know them once you check them out. Then I glanced at Daliah, who had Gemma snuggling into her neck, nodding off. She also gave me a shy smile and stroked Gemma's head.

The kind of guy who knows how to carry himself. “I wasn’t hiding,” I lie. “Just… taking a breather.” He looks amused. “Fair enough. It’s a full house out there.” I nod once, trying not to fidget under his gaze. There’s something curious in the way he studies me. He’s got that quiet sense of authority around him that reminds me of Emery Aldair. “I’m Arthur, by the way…” he says, finally extending a hand. “Arthur Beckett. From the Stormblood Pack.” Wait, Arthur Beckett?

One glare from me shut him up and he took a step back, I looked at the girl with raised a eyebrow. "I'm waiting" I said. "He's..." she faced down. ".. he's not my mate" she said. I sighed in relief. "Good, you see this boy here" I pointed at Arthur. "Don't let his looks deceive you, he might look like he's in his twenties but he's in fact, only 17years old" "Ara" Arthur called. "What?!" she exclaimed, looking at Arthur accusingly. I set my lips on thin lines and nodded, Arthur rolled his eyeballs as he puffed out some air and folded his arms on his chest grumpily.

"Oh my God! The last time I saw you, you were just a little kid. Look at you now, taking after your father." It was on the tip of my tongue to point out that in no way was I taking after my father, but I let it go, standing to the side to introduce everyone else. “These are the members of the team working under the Arthur Group,” I murmured, not bothering with a smile. “Nita, my assistant, Marcus, our artist, and … you know Joshua.” “Of course,” Mr. Friedrich said. “Joshua Arthur. Now this is a face I see more often than not. Weren’t you here for that beach party a couple of months ago? The one where you had an altercation with my daughter?”

Evander hung up and placed the phone beside the laptop he was still staring at, trying to see beyond what he would expect and think more simple-mindedly. Argh! Thomas does always make this so frustrating for me, he thought, already giving up on the code. Instead, he settled for calculating, accessing the situation. He wanted a view from every possible angle, wanted to work out and exploit every possible contingency. Decrypting Thomas’s messages was one thing but what really mattered was the plan and everyone and everything involved falling in place.

I knew I wasn’t ready to give up on everything I had with Stephen, hell, it was barely a day old, yet there was no way I could deny that there was an unavoidable spark between Arthur and I. Arthur had noticed my wound hadn’t healed, it was only a matter of time before he found out that I had no wolf. A small shiver of anxiety washed over me, the pack run was in two days.

As I was going I had a feeling that someone was following when I stop and turn I could not find anyone then I speedily hid behind a corner after I had hit a narrow road. I waited for the person to come closer unfortunately there was no one, I could not fathom if my thought were the one playing tricks on me then I continue my journey to the moon goddess place. As usual her radiant was much that would nearly blind someone eyes then I gaze on the floor since I can't not look directly at her for my on good. " Arturo son of Arthur longest time, I thought you had accepted to live with curse," she said with a hit of sacarsm.