Beginning After The End Arthur の小説・ストーリー

“You never cry.” “I’ve been crying a lot lately,” I admit with a laugh. Archer tightens his hold on me. “Whatever you do, don’t bring up endangered species.” * “I’m having deja vu.” Archer pushes off the ground, sending the glider back. The heat of the day hasn’t worn off yet, despite it being after dark. The sounds of a country night surround us, and the dogs run and sniff around the yard. “We sat here and talked,” I say, resting my head on Archer’s shoulder. “That night I spilled the drinks on myself at Getaway and you took me home.”

It had only just begun. THE END.

His own breathing is uneven, but he holds her like she’s the only solid thing left. “They won’t,” he whispers into her hair. “Not anymore. Not again.” The firetrucks are gone now, leaving only a skeleton of the hall they’d chosen hours earlier. The beams are still steaming, rain hissing as it lands on them. Arthur moves through the wreckage with a flashlight, his steps careful, expression tight. He doesn’t speak until he reaches the collapsed section of what used to be the ceremony platform. “I need a minute,” he calls to them. Julia lifts her head from Brandon’s shoulder. “Arthur…”

Because suddenly everything made sense. The disappearance. The distance. The silence. The years. Arthur wasn't avoiding Elara. He was honoring Jonathan. Honoring a boundary. A painful one. "He was afraid." Arthur smiled sadly. "Afraid you'd cling to anyone who reminded you of him." A pause. "Afraid you'd stop moving forward." Another pause. "Afraid you'd spend your whole life looking backward." The garden fell silent around us. Birdsong. Wind. Distant voices. Everything else faded.

He knows the cage just got smaller. I look at Arthur, who is laughing with a drink in his hand. The music ends. The trap is shut.

"Our Marking Ceremony—" I cut him off. "Raelor, stop doing meaningless things. There’s no possibility between us anymore." The line went dead. Raelor remained kneeling on the ground, blood coating his lips. Only then did he understand. The girl who had followed behind him for twenty years truly did not want him anymore.

had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 123.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Arthur’s pulse steadied, oddly calm. “Central grounds. My terms—no wolves. Hand to hand. It ends on submission or incapacitation.” Fair. Brutal. Final. Evander picked up his water again. “Tell your people.” And just like that, it was decided. He walked away without another word. Arthur remained where he was, standing alone in the pale light of early morning. The world was beginning to wake around him, but he felt strangely separate from it—like he had stepped into something that existed outside of time.

My walls clenched around him, milking his cock as he spilled inside me with a shudder. We stayed like that for a long moment afterwards – him buried deep inside me, both of us panting and sweating in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Finally, Arthur pulled out and rolled off of me, lying beside me on the couch. I turned to look at him, my heart racing in my chest. He was still panting lightly. His hand traced lazy patterns on my hip, his breathing gradually slowing. “Don’t worry, Aurora, this will end soon, even if it means declaring war on Lars."