Author Arthur Novels & Stories

She pointed at her and declared sternly, “DaraSmith, I just did a full inventory. The Carters’s medicine is indeed missing! And the missing items match exactly with what’s in your bundle! What do you have to say now?!” ***

“There is no hesitation in your brushwork. There is no fear, and there is no desire to please a patron. It is the work of an artist who knows exactly who she is.” A quiet, deep warmth blooms inside my chest, grounding me completely in the stone floor beneath my feet. “I spent a long time finding my voice, Mr. Pendelton,” I say softly. “I don't intend to lose it again.” Arthur smiles—a rare, genuine expression that softens the hard lines around his eyes. He turns to Damien, shaking his hand with a firm, solid grip. “You are a fortunate man, Damien,” Arthur says quietly. “I know,” Damien replies without a second of hesitation, his dark eyes locked onto my face with a quiet, burning intensity t

4 | FIRST TIME MEET Arther's car stopped slowly right at a bakery called 'Yummy Cake Days' on there right now. Arther himself remained ofsilent for a little moment in the car right now, closing both of his eyes very tightly. Especially when Arther noticed the discoloration in both of his eyes, and he immediately tried to calm himself and his wolf soul - Arlo. After all, Arther was still in the human world, and the slight changes about to his body could be quite dangerous if seen directly by the humans. Arther immediately began to frown on there quite deeply. And Arther's nose moved slowly, breathing in a breath of air that was both foreign and so much comforting for him about right on there

I answered him, "Ah, he was Jensen, a friend and an ally." I saw Arthur removing his hands from around my waist as he slightly stepped back to give a little space between us. He also took off his mask and put it inside his pocket before handing his other hand to Jensen for a handshake. "I am Arthur Nicholas Salazar. I am a computer engineer." He introduces himself with a wide smile. I immediately looked at Jensen's expression and saw that he was just looking at his hand. I don’t know if he accepted it or not. I was about to say something when he removed his other hand from his pocket and accepted Arthur’s hand, which made me somehow breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Audit is public. The people have their signatures back." ​"The people have paper, Aara," Arthur said, finally turning to face us. He looked older, his eyes sunken but burning with a frantic, messianic light. "Paper rots. Paper burns. Paper is a temporary comfort for a temporary species. I am building a Permanent Narrative."

“The parameters—” “The parameters don’t account for surprise,” Arthur said, his gaze fixed on the shuddering world. “You’re reading the old stories. This one is writing itself.” He paused. “Let it.” I felt the shift. Not in the machine, but in the air between them. Arthur wasn’t offering forgiveness. That was a river dammed long ago. He was offering a purpose. A partnership. Not as friends, but as sentinels. Two men, one who lost me and one who chose me, united in the defense of the strange and new.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Alpha Darren squeezed his phone until it died completely. He was mad not because Diana was cursing at him, but because she hadn't been honest about reporting his activities to the kidnapper. And because.... his feelings had turned out to be onesided, just as the caller had said.

“I was there when the portal opened. If he came through, he didn’t actually come through with the Guardian. It just seems far-fetched to me.” “Yeah, five years ago I thought the idea of hunting Vampires for a living seemed far-fetched, too,” Catherine shrugged. “Anything is possible. Of that I’m sure.” “Who was the Guardian you witnessed coming through?” Aaron asked, still interested in the story. “Alexander Hamilton,” Christian said. Aaron’s eyebrows raised, but before he had the opportunity to ask any more questions, Ward signaled for their attention. It was time.

I shook my head; they just started. “Damn, I thought it was Kate,” Arthur said, shaking his head. “It shows some of these pillars can’t be trusted in that seat,” Ario said, disappointed. Well, power can make anyone go crazy. “Well, this is entertaining; may the best man win,” Arthur said, laughing. He is just so happy to see them suffer. Well, it’s funny, and I am enjoying it.