Novel & Cerita Merlin/arthur Fic

More blood started to flow from her right chest. “Alice, come back,” Arth pleaded, his voice trembling. “Come back to me … I still haven’t told you about my feelings …” He caressed her white hair as his teardrops fell to her face. “I still haven’t … you still haven’t heard what I wanted to say ...” “How tragic …” General Cedric said with an amused smile. “Love doesn’t always win, innocent lad. But you’re still too young to understand that.” Arth wiped his tears on his face, then he stood up. “You … you monster …” His eyes darkened as he pulled out his sword. “You’ll pay for what you did!”

⊱♥⊱╮ღ CAUGHT BY MISTAKE ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ I can't believe what Arthur did!!! He recorded our making of love, and I didn't even know! I threatened him to remove his manhood if Arthur didn't want to surrender to me. What kind of husband is he?! Arthur is so perverted! Finally, I gave up chasing him because Arthur was too fast for me, and I decided to join Chris for lunch, and he was peacefully eating the meal Arthur had prepared.

aurthur : if not what I should say lucy : don't leave that guy who dared to kill her xion : I swear I wont leave that bastard that easily I will kill him that cruelly Lucy : yeah Aurthur : search for the man who came here and I want all the updates of that Raghu xion : I will be in that work only aurthur : I don't wanna leave him that easily this time he will suffer the worst I swear about it . . . . meanwhile one maid came and said "master head maid said queen is crying" aurthur told maid to leave and said to xion "man she will be like this only today whole day I'm going to be near her take care of these all" xion agreed Aurthur went and seen weeping viranica maid left after Aurthur coming

She asked. Flashing a smile, Arthur weakly shook his head in denial. "Um, no, she is a nobody… I mean just a quest." He turned and glanced at Stacey; Stacey flashed a faint smile at him. Even though she smiled, Arthur knew her too well, to know that she was burning with jealousy inside. And he was enjoying making her feel jealousy.

Has he been blind to the pain he caused? Arthur’s thoughts are chaotic, one moment consumed by rage, the next by guilt. He doesn’t want to admit it, but Jeremy’s words make him feel like he’s staring into a mirror—and he doesn’t like what he sees. He gets up, pacing the room. His eyes land on the scattered remnants of Madin’s belongings: a forgotten scarf on the bed, a worn notebook tucked under a pillow. Arthur grabs the notebook, opening it with trembling fingers. Inside are sketches and notes—small, fleeting pieces of Madin’s thoughts. Some pages hold quick drawings of the palace gardens, others are covered in fragments of poetry. But one page catches Arthur’s eye.

Arthur's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "I've been wondering," he began, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of playful jealousy. "What is it about these fictional men that you find so fascinating?" He paused, his thumb tracing the outline of her jaw. "Is there anything... specific... that you enjoy or find alluring in those characters?" "Fictional man? everything about them is alluring you know." She said with a teasing tone laced in her voice. "Everything about them is perfect. Arthur chuckled, her teasing tone not lost on him, but he played along. "Everything, huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in a mock surprise.

I said, narrowing my eyes at him, making him sigh and rummage through the pile. He handed me a fantasy book about King Arthur, Merlin, and his nights. And so we found our evenings either lounging on the couch or snuggled up in bed so he could see the random pages of beautiful art that came along as we worked through the story. We kept up with the chickens and the boys kept up changing out the water on the plants whose roots were growing to Louis's delight.

The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie. Tristan had tried to help her, and she had surely killed him. Andrew had settled the sleeping Naomi onto Ruby by the time Elaine finished picking up their few scattered belongings. “Let’s go.” The knight ordered. Andrew followed behind Elaine in the silence of the night, shut up by her very evident hostility. The band moved down a new path, onto a road that looked much like the one they had just left. This dirt road that stretched in front of them led towards the south into the heart of the shadow lands of Artharia. It

In all of them, he told her what a climber and a slut she was. Morgana was tired of the same thing, not to mention bored. She smiled when she saw an unfamiliar number in her phone book. The night before, Arthur had taken her device and dialed his number. «This way you won't tell me you lost it», he had told her. She liked his company; it was easy to hold a conversation with him. Pleasant and respectful, at least he hadn't looked at her like she was part of the menu. That was a point in his favor.

Arthur was startled but said indignantly, “Guardian! Ever since I joined Brock, I’ve regarded myself as a member of Ethereal Tower, not the Progenitor Emperor of Florence. “I grieve deeply for Brock’s death. Since the Wolf King killed him, he must naturally pay the price. Only then will justice be served!” At that point, Arthur continued, “If not for my inadequate strength, I would’ve killed Andrius personally and come back with his head...” Arthur was indeed a cunning old fox who lived for several centuries. His acting overshadowed even that of Oscar Award winners. Brock seemed to believe him slightly more. “Okay, I’ll believe you this time. You’d best not be lying to me.” He snorted coldly