The Invincible Arthur Gardner Novels & Stories

GUNNAR I rose to my feet, thin black dart pressed between my thumb and index finger. A card spade symbol had been stamped along the length of the dart in white ink. It didn't take a genius to figure out who these darts belonged to. I looked down at the guard's body at my feet, releasing a growl of frustration. Fucking morons. Each one of them that was hit tonight was a bunch of morons that I apparently paid to wear a suit, stand around, and look pretty.

I looked at Toby, whose face had gone deathly pale. “Another brother?” I whispered, the word tasting like copper. “Another ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Arthur said. “He’s thirty-two. He’s a high-frequency trader in London. And he’s on his way here. He says he has the DNA results. He says he has the letters.”

If I wasn't mistaken, Arthur was sixty five years old (he still looked good enough to be seen around Jennifer Farrow). She was absent. That should make me glad, but it didn't shake the fact that she was my mother's rival, the reason my mother died. Arthur cleared his throat, positioning the mic to catch his unshakable baritone voice. He had this sense of ‘command’ in every string of words he uttered. Command and power worked together for Arthur Rawlings. “Tonight,” his voice rolled out loud and strong, “we celebrate strength and resilience. The strength of the Rawlings Foundation is built on commitment and family.”

I told them while biting my inner cheek, "Actually, since Arthur isn’t available, I think you can come with me temporarily, Taylor, since you are also a genius when it comes to computers, and I can use you to do something while Ysabelle can help Jensen later." After saying so, I couldn't help but sigh helplessly when I felt my hands starting to ache and becoming numb. Taylor nodded her head and replied, "But I am not as good as Arthur since I am not really a hacker. Instead, I am an inventor." I chuckled hearing this from her since her voice has a hint of being nonchalant. She was right, though. She wasn’t a professional hacker. She just knew some because she was an inventor, which is a big

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

She sighs, “Okay thanks, Arthur. I will see to Raven. Can you serve the last of the breakfast?” “Sure.” Arthur is actually the oldest in the orphanage. He is 16. He lost his parents at the age of 10 and even though he has had a few offers of adoption over the past 6 years; he has refused all of them. Arthur is tall for his age and a very skilled warrior already. He is training under Randolf and will no doubt be one of my top chief warriors by the time he turns 18.

Oh, her wolf said, with the surprised recognition of something finally coming home. On the grounds, Arthur was on one knee. Evander stood three meters from him, breathing harder than he had been, watching Arthur with an expression that had moved entirely past professional assessment into something more like awe—not at his technique, which remained outclassed, but at the sheer animal refusal to stay down. Arthur was getting up again. He was going to keep getting up until he couldn't. Betty stepped onto the grounds.

Arthur was arrogant and domineering, overlooking the world. It was as if he could already see himself controlling the Klein family’s treasure and standing alone at the peak, making everyone bow down and worship him. “Impossible!” In the face of life and death, Andrius used his indomitable willpower to move his body. However, he had exhausted himself too much and just took a heavy blow from Arthur. His entire body was a mess of injuries. He could not break free or escape and could only watch as he was about to be kicked by Arthur.

In a panic, I snapped my eyes open, my trembling hands frantically searching across my stomach, only to touch the stark white hospital blanket. The door swung open. Mr. Arthur walked in alongside the chief physician. Seeing that I was awake, they both froze in their tracks, their eyes filled with visible pity. Mr. Arthur had been a long-time butler for the Vance family. Years ago, when my mother endured endless humiliation, it was this kind-hearted man who stepped up to adopt her as his daughter, shielding her from public scrutiny. To me, he was my only and most revered grandfather in the world. "Evelyn... you're awake," Mr. Arthur's voice was hoarse.

The security guard slightly bowed, he turned to leave but Arthur stopped him. "Wait!" Arthur said, making the security guard turn to look at him. Kathy was still stunned, her eyes were huge out of shock. "But, how?" Kathy uttered, staring at Arthur with disbelief in her eyes. She could've sworn this guy is the poorest guy she's ever seen. Turns out he was the wealthiest.