King Arthur Book Original Novels & Stories

With love ~Kathleen I hope that puts her mind to rest on any boys, I do not wish to stop seeing Levi and that means that I can not get caught. I really can't wait to see Levi again, to have his soothing voice ringing in my ears. Is this me being in love? Snap out of it woman! He's way too old for you, or is he? I still don't know how old he is, maybe he never-- A book caught my attention, its light blue, mint green, and white cover draw me to it. I go over and take the book out of the bookshelf. The title read as, "Doctor Miller's book of findings." I open at the index and the title, "Stutters" catches my eyes.

I, Daniel Beaumont, was a newly-crowned A-list celebrity in the entertainment industry. I had just finished attending an award ceremony when my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, called me all of a sudden. He wanted to invite me over to his private residence for a meal in honor of my receiving an award at the award ceremony earlier. Pierce was my long-time rival and childhood friend. He was also the heir of an ultra-rich family. He was known to be a cold and ruthless bastard who stayed away from women in the elite society. Well, as for my impression of him, aside from not being into women, he was also a shameless bastard who liked to mess with me.

The more I did it, the more I felt I wanted to throw my brain out. “Maybe it was the bed” I found something to blame other than my annoying mind, messing with me. I got off the bed to my reading table and once again tried to read the book, but I instead, placed the book down, opening my laptop and the browser. I typed in Arthur's name in the search bar and was about to click the search button when I changed it to 'Arthur the professional biker'. Crazy, but that was my best bet and fortunately, I didn't need to worry as he came up once it stopped loading. “Killian Arthur Floyd” I spelt out his full name slowly.

When the sun had set that same day, Arthur was already back and had discussed how everything went with Freya. He was taking a nap when the loud noise that kept reverberating in his ear forced him to sit up. He focused, to know if the noise he heard while asleep was real or his hallucinations. His brow arched when he realized that it was the voice of the ministers. “What is going on out there? Is it also written in the Pack constitution that the King will never rest?” he grimaced.

''FRom my father he had a book with the title wasteland on it there was the things written there about this place '' he replied . '' On a book ? but how's that possible ? who wrote it ?'' asked the man getting up from the throne . '' I think that the writer was ' Evergreen ' '' he replied . '' Evergreen ? she wrote only two books an one of them is in our library and the other i had it did i lost it somehow ?'' he asked . '' I don't know but my father had it but unfortunately he has died so i can't ask him anything now '' replied Arthur .

I took a deep breath and forced my legs to start moving. Jack looked concerned. Not that I could blame him really. I’m sure I was acting more than a little jumpy for just “looking at some pictures.” As far as he knew anyway. I held the book out for him, but he just stared down at the cover in confusion. I think he was expecting more of a traditional kind of album. I pushed the book into his hands. "Arthur has a special way to hide his 'special' photos," I explained.

Bidding its time… to bloom. As though nourished by something unseen. --- Hundreds of miles away, in the Kingdom of Aurellia, King Valir sat alone inside his study. A fire crackled quietly in the hearth, casting long shadows across shelves lined with ancient records and maps. Reports from his ministers lay spread across his desk, though his attention lingered on none of them. Three urgent knocks shattered the silence. Valir frowned. "I gave orders not to be disturbed,” his voice boomed with authority.

Astrud quickly picked up Psalm and Grunt didn't calm down. "Grunt the grumpy wanted to carried by Daddy Aristotle!" Astrud walked closer to Aristotle. You are really crazy Astrud! Sin and Psalm laughed out loud when they saw how Aristotle turned to ice when Astrud handed Grunt to him. "Hold him tight, Aristotle! You might regret hurting ROBIN's son." Damian laughed. Aristotle nodded and loaded properly. I bit my lip when I saw how they both looked. It's like a broken knuckle! The child clung to him tightly and hugged his as tears rolled down his eyes. Shit!

However, it is clear that from the days of yore, these two kinds have always come up with one sinister plot or another. I do not know how Arthur acquired this book but this is a personal book that I am sure was not given out willingly. In actual fact, this book is written like a journal. In it, different projects where the two kinds sort to work with each other, are recorded. I suck in my breath and adjust my posture.

"Kingston is the kind of wolf who would kill Arthur's favorite pet, cook it, and serve it back to him. He doesn't care what your status is. He'll do all that he can to destroy Arthur's life. Hurting you is incidental. A bonus, even.” Sinking back into the couch cushions, I realized I was spinning with questions. Part of me felt more secure in knowing a little bit about Arthur that humanized him emotionally but there was so much more I had to dissect. I didn't even notice when Jessica and Anthony left the room, I was so dizzy from the stories. My eyes wandered to the nearby fruit knife on the coffee table. It was just like the one that Arthur had been holding to Leo's throat. After glancing a