Shrek 3 Arthur Novels & Stories

If we had come a few weeks earlier, we might have been able to swim… There’s a sudden splash behind me, and I whirl around just in time to see Arthur’s head break the surface of the water. He’s stripped down completely naked and jumped in while my back was turned. “Arthur!” I shriek as he shakes his head, sending water droplets flying in my direction. “What are you doing?” He grins up at me, treading water effortlessly. “What does it look like? I’m swimming.” He splashes more water in my direction, this time deliberately aiming for me. “Join me!”

“Hey, handsome. Are you alone?” Arthur turned to see three gorgeous women approaching him. For once, he didn’t have his usual intimidating aura—he was relaxed, accompanied by Hilda and the kids. “Papa!” Beryl shouted. “Are you cheating?!” Aron looked up from a magazine and whispered, “Where did she inherit being so scandalous?” Everyone in the store turned to look—at Arthur, the three women, and the little girl. Hilda stepped off the toy car, carrying Peri. “Hey, can’t you see? These are our children. So shoo!”

It had only been three years. The girl with innocent eyes who shared a bowl of oatmeal with me in the damp, moldy room was gone. She was consumed by the pursuit of fame and power. “Are you so blind as to believe everything Gavin says?” I sighed and pointed at the locket. “Turn the piece over. Do you see a begonia flower engraved there?” Tanya paused before taking a closer look at the locket. Pulling a slight grimace, Gavin reached his hand out to stop Tanya.

I wanted to see if I could rattle him back. I swallowed hard and looked him dead in the eye. “It’s sweet.” Jeremiah laughed. The sound was bright and completely out of character. “You are a terrible liar.” He grinned, showing teeth. “I knew what those would do. Arthur grows them like that on purpose. It is a cure for facial paralysis, not a snack.” Before I could call him out for the prank, the balcony door pushed open. Arthur walked in carrying a tray with two bowls of vanilla ice cream. He placed them on the table and wiped his palms on his apron.

He scoffs, "Maybe it's the way she wormed her into our marriage." "You don't love her anymore?" "I don't know." Arthur shakes his head and laughs sadly. "Goddess listen to me." He looks at me, and I see that mischievous glint in his eye that I've seen once before. "What is?" Without warning Arthur throws himself into the water. I'm sprayed with the giant splash of water he displaces. I sputter in shock. He surfaces and shakes water out of his hair. "Get in." "No way! That was cold!"

"Besides, someone might hear you. It's a shame it might get to Diego." "Chill, girl! That's just a theory." "So? All right, continue with your 'what if'." "Okay!" Stephen sighed and then propped both elbows on the table and lowered himself. "What if Diego pursues you? What about Third?" Shen's eyes narrowed at what her friend said. Then she didn't know whether to laugh or be irritated with him. "What kind of theory is that? And you're now mentioning someone who's not here." "That's why it's called a theory!" Stephen snapped. "You know what, sometimes you're really useless to talk to. But in fairness it looks like Third's gifts will be coming again." He even giggled while opening the chocolat

with no shirt on. Seeing this made Thanatos eyes grew smaller and darker, like he's gonna punch Arthur any minute. He quickly took off his jacket and dumped it on my shoulders, then turned back to face Arthur. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" they both asked each other at once. I facepalm myself, a third world war is about to happen in my house...I don't think so, not in my house!

A sense of vast, indifferent watching. Arthur is there. Suddenly. Just… standing near the pool. He didn’t walk in. He coalesced from shadow and damp moss. He looks less like a man, more like the forest’s grief given shape. Bark-like skin, eyes like dark, stagnant pools reflecting the fractured light from the Loom. Vines twine through what’s left of his hair. He smells of loam and decay. He doesn’t look at me. His gaze is fixed on the shimmering distortion, wary, predatory. "It knows we're here," his voice is the rustle of dead leaves, the groan of an ancient oak in a storm. "The threads… they pull."

I sucked Chris with a voracious, sloppy rhythm, my eyes locked onto his as Arthur slammed into me from behind, the heavy thuds of his hips echoing in the small office. Chris groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I took him deep, my tongue working magic on his sensitive skin. "God, you are a little slut, aren't you?" Chris growled, his hips twitching as I drove him closer to the edge. Arthur was reaching his limit. The sheer taboo of the situation, combined with my crushing grip, was too much. With a muffled shout, Arthur thrust deeply one last time and convulsed, pulling out at the last second to spurt his warm load across her lower back and thighs. He collapsed against the filing cabinet,

Three more days passed. My private healer finally came to the door. Arthur moved to turn him away. Then he saw the medical scrolls in his hands. Three years of my full medical history. ... Three years ago, Arthur insisted on a hunting trip in the northern ice. A snowslide hit. The weight pinned his massive body flat. He lost body heat fast. His mind went. I was an Omega. I had no wilderness training. I was too scared to howl for help. I held my mother's moonstone charm tight and begged the Moon Goddess for everything I had. Take my luck. Just let him live.