Author Arthur Novels & Stories

a voice rumbles. I don’t jump. I’ve learned that Lucian doesn't walk; he prowls. He stands behind me, his heat radiating through the back of my jacket. He doesn't touch me—not yet—but his aura wraps around me like a heavy velvet cloak. It’s a possessive, territorial weight that tells the world I am off-limits. "I’m watching a slow-motion train wreck," I say. My voice doesn't crack anymore. It’s flat. Precise. "Arthur is coming to the gala tonight. He’s desperate. He’s looking for a lifeline."

The puff of frustration from his chest was barely audible, but I felt the shift in his energy. Lucas spoke up, clearly nervous. “Arthur, hey. Didn’t think you’d be free tonight. Aren’t you busy with pack work?” Arthur’s glare could’ve frozen fire. “I have the day off.” His words were measured, but the steel behind them couldn’t be ignored. Lucas glanced at Sarah, then at me, unsure how to respond. Arthur shoved past him and stepped fully into the house. “Since I’m here, I might as well join you all.”

PROJECT ZERO REDIRECTED TO SECONDARY SITE: THE GLASS HOUSE. ​"It’s not over," Arthur said, appearing at the edge of the woods. "They’re going back to where it started. They're going to burn the evidence with you in it."

"For the sake of art." "See?" Arthur said to me. "She gets it." LJ shook his head, smiling. "My dad, the bestselling author. Next thing you know, you'll be doing a book tour. The Compost King on CNN." Arthur paled. "Good God, no. I'll do a virtual tour. From the boat. In my pajamas." After they left, the house settled into its evening quiet. I was loading the dishwasher when Arthur wandered in, holding a thin, official-looking envelope.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

⊱♥⊱╮ღ NEWS ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~ARTHUR'S POV~★✐✐★ I hurriedly go home to sleep and prepare for tomorrow. I left Kofi in the hands of Lucas in the meantime. First, I need to pass the manuscript to our boss since today is the deadline. After that, I went straight home and did some house chores. Everything was so dusty, and I haven't gone home for a while since I'm busy checking Kofi and doing the editing in his manuscript.

I was wondering if Ari was aware of this since she was the one who wrote it and she was almost done with the translation, according to her note in a separate journal. I hurriedly fixed the papers in their original place and reported to Jael how far Ari was on her translation before going back to help Lowell with Ari's tonic. The tonic was quite tricky to make, and I also find it hard to understand the process. I only let Lowell guide me throughout the process, despite our bickering once in a while. It was already night when we were almost done with the special tonic. However, the two of us were taken aback upon seeing a dashing figure pass by us.

he says as he slowly caresses my cheek and places one last kiss on my lips. Russell ✨✨(Third Person POV~ Russell stands by the entrance to the locker rooms, his nerves are in full course as he feels the adrenaline and vertigo crazed inside his body. His hands clammy and a shiver runs through his spine. He closes his eyes and sighs, tilting his head back, and concentrates on calming himself down. )✨✨

Right now, I need to focus on not being discovered. “The art program sounds wonderful,” Veronica is saying. “Arthur and I are so committed to supporting arts education in Ordan. Aren’t we, darling?” Arthur and I. The words make me want to be sick. “Yes,” Arthur agrees flatly. “Education is… important.” Frowning, I glance at them once more and notice Arthur’s emotionless face. This close, he certainly does look like he’s in another world. While Veronica is happily smiling and chatting again, he’s now staring off into the distance, completely uninterested in the conversation.

Shrugging she walked towards Liam but the beeps of her phone interrupted her and she quickly answered the call without bothering to look at the name. “Hello” “You have a lot of explaining to do Aura, why did you do that to Mr Jules?” She removed the phone from her ears and checked the name which turned out to be Bigfoot. “You don’t under Bigfoot, he tried to force himself on me and we didn’t have any discussion like that” She heard Bigfoot hiss, “I didn’t send you there to be an interpreter only aura, goddammit” he spat and she could feel shiver running through her spine.