The Invincible Arthur Gardner Novels & Stories

“Arthur.” The answer was not what I expected and for a moment I could not respond. Arthur had hidden records, amended trusts, launched investigations and preserved secrets. The more Evelyn spoke, the less he sounded like a distant dead man and the more he felt like someone still standing behind all of us, moving pieces with a hand nobody had seen clearly.

After the smoke and dust had cleared, a tall and handsome man stepped into the house without any haste. “Josh Gribble, the captain of the Armed Guard, is here to arrest the fugitive!” … On the road downstairs, Sienna was only a few minutes late when she heard the sound of glass exploding from inside the house!

He didn't come in; he waited for an invitation that might never come. Arthur looked at the man who had been his enemy, his savior, and his son-in-law all at once. The silence stretched until it was almost unbearable. Thorne, Arthur said, his voice gruff. Mr. Vance, Damian replied, nodding once. Aara tells me you’re a fool, Arthur said, a ghost of a smile touching his thin lips. She says you gave away fifty million dollars for a girl with a loud mouth and a talent for getting into trouble.

It was Arthur Vincent. His face was scarred from the bridge explosion, his arm in a mechanical brace. He looked like a man who had crawled back from the grave with only one thought: revenge. "The 'Second Family' doesn't like competition, Vira," Arthur spat, his voice distorted by a vocal cord injury. "The Vincents aren't going to be replaced by a batch of test-tube babies." Arthur turned his weapon toward the glass pods. "No!" Panni screamed. The Price of the Future

“Good. Very good!” Arthur stood up. As he clapped, he said, “You’re indeed the person we’ve spent the last 12 years looking for. “We've spent so much money to train these bodyguards in secret, and each of them can fight ten people by themselves with no problem. Yet, they’re nothing before you. “I have to admit that you’ve surprised me, you fugitive.” As Arthur spoke, he smiled at Chase as if nothing was wrong with the situation. Chase smirked, baring his teeth at Arthur. “Old Dog Arthur, they say that the good die young while the bad live long to bring trouble to everyone. You’ve lived such a long life. Why, oh why, did God spare your life for the past 12 years?

He took down the guards with ease, his movements swift and deadly. As he entered the penthouse, Arthur's eyes locked onto Viviana. She was sitting on a couch, her leg bandaged and a look of pain etched on her face. But Arthur didn't care about her injuries. He only cared about one thing: finding Valerie. Viviana's eyes widened in fear as Arthur approached her. She saw the anger and determination in his eyes, and she knew she was in trouble. "Guards!" she shouted, but there was no response. Arthur had already taken care of them.

My dad probably didn't know I was coming. "This was a bad idea to bring her."Arthur muttered to Ivan in the front and he shrugged, glancing back at me.Arthur was my godfather. Adrien was my godmother. Well actaully Arthur was the main godfather, but Cooper and Ivan were also my 'godfathers'.Ivan pulled up in front of a small estate guarded by big men with guns."Stay in here at all times."Arthur ordered as they got out of the car.I crouched down on the floor and listened quietly.

Yvonne Blue caught Arthur Vance’s arm, pointing back toward the sidewalk with a look of manufactured concern. Arthur turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw Nathaniel Vance lying motionless on the pavement. A shadow passed over Arthur’s face. He let out a low, venomous curse under his breath, but the shred of duty he still felt toward his former father-in-law won out. He turned back, scooped up the unconscious man, and strode back into the emergency ward. The Departure of the King

“A scavenger who calls himself the savior of gods? Pack up that nauseating martyrdom. You wanted to ignite the jet fuel because your broken brain couldn’t handle a woman crossing your head to carve her name in the family crest.” Her gaze followed the metal-cutting groove downward. “Your inferiority to perfection, that jealousy that steals your sleep, maintained only through murder and lies. You were never a victim—just a mad clown.” Three hundred armored guards’ arms dropped. The low-frequency network buzzed. Fear shattered. Arthur twitched in the filthy puddle. Vocoder sputtering, he clawed at the mud, spitting nonsensical curses. “That biased old bastard! I blocked .50 AP rounds on the Sib

“He’ll find a way to disable the governor. He’s your grandson. It’s in his DNA to tinker with things that go fast and are wildly inappropriate.” Arthur appeared in the doorway, his reading glasses perched on his nose. “You’re being a killjoy, Gwen. A beautiful, magnificent killjoy, but a killjoy nonetheless. The boy has a need for speed.” “He can satisfy that need on a bicycle, like a normal child.” I folded the paper and fixed him with a look I’d perfected over fifty years. “Or are you forgetting the ‘Great Go-Kart Incident of ‘78’ with LJ?” A slow, guilty grin spread across his face. “He only took out one section of the rose bushes.”