Author Arthur Novels & Stories

I spoke and took a turn towards the left making his head bump onto the window and he yelled in pain. “Oww… who is that?” he spoke in utter pain and I didn’t even care to smile or make fun of him. “Zeus tell me where are we going, why does it seem so weird? If you were on a mission, why would you be going alone like this? This Barrett guy seems like a serial killer from a movie” he spoke and I scoffed because… seriously Arthur? Already? “He’s an author, search his name and address” I spoke while driving and he quickly told me the address, I didn’t listen to anything that seemed unimportant and drove off to see who that person actually was.

Conan After Two Years Arthur scurried behind me while flipping through the pages of a file. "Alpha Conan, I think that we should fix something in this file because I don't really think that this would be accepted or what do you think?We are meeting with some private investors and I feel like our work should be exceedingly perfect,"

I tried getting out of his tight hug I gasped as he released me! Sorry hola. " It's fine I said grinning. Archer pushed me against the car and lifted my legs against his. " We have to stop before I mate you right now", he whispered against my lips. I laughed and noticed how dark his eyes were. Oh, he wasn't kidding at all. Dropping my legs down, I fixed my skirt and looked up at my smiling mate, he looked gorgeous like the kitten I saw at the shelter today. Okay he looked better I chuckled

“You are the only person here who understands how to remain hidden when it matters. You know how to move without being noticed, and you know how to cover every trace you leave behind. You have the knowledge, the connections, and the resources to make something like this possible. And if we are being completely honest, you are probably the only person reckless enough to actually help me make this plan succeed.” Arthur leaned back in the chair, his sharp eyes glinting as he studied me, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Helping you would be my pleasure, Lora,” he said, his tone light but carrying a hint of challenge. “Honestly, it sounds like the kind of trouble I enjoy getting

Arthur reaches out to pat my head but he didn't instead he said before leaving, "No one will erase your memories anymore. JD promised that. Your memories should come back to you slowly but if it ever gets too much, you can rely on me." "Thanks, Art." Arthur seems to be caught off guard as I said that so I got all flustered and explained, "Sorry, I really like art- not art Art you... I mean arts. Painting and everything. I like how the colors dance. Your name is Art short for Arthur. I just find it... suitable." He smiles a little but coughs trying to hide it. He said then before leaving, "It's the first time someone told me that. You're quite... fascinating. I might keep you."

“So, if it was another guy giving you a handjob, that would be preferable to a girl?” “This is hardly the place to be talking about handjobs, is it?” I said with as much dignified outrage as I could muster (admittedly, not very much). “We’ll have to discuss your bizarre obsessions some other time. This is Arthur. The real Arthur.” I turned to Arthur. His features were frozen, and his face looked like it had been varnished. “Hello,” said Arthur in a muffled voice. His lips sort of moved, but not enough to really enunciate his words. It was like hearing someone on a shitty walkie-talkie.

He has lost his brain cells to even think I care about what he wants. “Is that right, Alpha Marcus?” I heard Arthur’s deep voice as his hand wrapped around me. I raised my head and found him looking at me with a gentle gaze. Then, I remembered our plan and managed to gain some sense by pushing down the anger I felt towards Marcus. Arthur was right, it’s time to start the show. Arthur glared daggers at Marcus and if looks could kill, Marcus would be six feet under the ground already. “You think so high and mighty about yourself, don’t you?” He questioned, and Marcus gulped, clearly intimidated by Arthur’s presence.

She'd known this was coming, but knowing didn't make it any easier. Marcus reached for her hand, his grip steady and warm. "Whatever he says, we don't react. We stay calm." Chloe nodded, her throat tight. Arthur appeared on the screen. He was seated in a familiar setting—his private study, the walls lined with books and framed photographs. He looked older than Chloe remembered. More tired. But his eyes were sharp, his expression carefully composed. "My fellow Americans," Arthur began, his voice smooth and measured. "I come to you today not as a businessman, but as a father. A grandfather. A man who has been vilified and attacked by those closest to him."

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Ava’s lips pressed into a thin line before she snapped, her composed facade crumbling. "Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" Arthur, unbothered, merely tilted his head with a knowing smile. "Oh, my apologies, Miss Johnson. I forgot to introduce myself properly." He extended a hand with smooth politeness. "Arthur Walton, Mrs. Morelli’s assistant."