Author Arthur Novels & Stories

Arthur had always maintained his middle-aged appearance, but his hair was beginning to turn white. At that moment, Andrius understood that Arthur was consuming his lifespan to unleash a powerful forbidden technique. “Wolf King!” “Andrius, are you okay?”

He lets out a long breath, and his shoulders visibly sag with relief. “Okay,” he says. “Now we can talk.” I’m so confused, I don’t even know what to say. The man extends a hand toward me. “My name is Arthur. Arthur Windsor. I’ve been leading this support group for five years now.” I nod, reluctantly shaking his hand. “I just want to know if you know where Janice is. Do you have any idea where we can find her?” “I do,” Arthur says. “The reason I asked for your IDs is that I wanted to make sure I was giving that information to the right people.”

His own cock twitched helplessly, spent but leaking again from the overstimulation. Arthur didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside, grinding slowly, making sure Noah felt every last drop. His voice was a low growl in Noah’s ear: “Now you’re mine. Marked. Claimed. No one else gets you like this.” Noah, broken and blissed out, nodded weakly. “Yours… only yours.” Arthur finally eased out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down Noah’s swollen hole. He smirked, grabbing Noah’s jaw and turning his face up for a rough kiss—deep, messy, owning.

Arthur is eight year old now . As usual August was spending his days researching during this he disovered Alchemy . ''Arthur come here look what i have found '' he caled out . '' What happened dad ?'' Arthur came rushing out . '' See this i was doing some work on this and this metal it has turned into a little bit of gold '' said August pointing towards his desk . ''What how is this possible this is iron isn't it ?how can it turn into gold '' asked little Arthur wondering how this happened .

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —

I could see him trying to hold it back. “But somehow you stepped in — gently, patiently, and filled a space I didn’t even know was still open. You let me be a father again. A proud one at that.” A sob escaped him. Arthur may look tough on the outside but he is the sweetest person I have ever met. He gave me a new life and he is the reason I am standing here today with all I have attached to my name. “I’m so sorry, I’m stealing the moment again.” He chuckled and the crowd had a quiet laugh.

Arthur said, a cold, sickening smile spreading across his face. I stared at him in utter shock. "You? You’re an accountant, Arthur! You don't play professional chess!" "Arthur was the Under-20 Canadian National Champion before he went into corporate finance, Mira," Daniel whispered in my ear, his voice trembling with horror. "He gave up classical competition fifteen years ago to run Victor’s money laundering operations... but his blitz rating was 2750! He’s a tactical killer!" Arthur walked over to the wooden table, pulled out the White chair, and sat down. He adjusted his white leather gloves, resting his hands flat on the polished green obsidian board.

"Especially for those of us who deal in high-yield risks. I heard your family is looking to expand its... portfolio." Arthur tilted his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "We are reclaiming what was always ours. My father believed in contingency plans. I am the ultimate contingency." "Your father?" Panni asked, stepping closer. "I thought you were a Vincent." "Names are just brands, darling," Arthur said, leaning in. The scent of him was different from Jinyan’s—it was sterile, expensive, and cold. "The Architect was a man of grand designs. He knew that the East was a furnace. He needed a garden in the West to keep the seeds cool. I am the harvest."

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it