Unordinary Arlo Novels & Stories

Arlo was leisurely drinking a cup of coffee while three alpacas and a pig strolled about in the background. "Yeah, I received it." Hilda was applying a clay mask, which made her face look black. Her face swayed left and right on the screen as she applied the mask. Meanwhile, Nathan rolled his eyes while reading the newspaper on the bed. Arlo put his cup of coffee down and said very seriously, "My two younger brothers seemed to have become rather intelligent recently. They successfully passed the event registration and even recruited a large number of big names from the fashion industry! I'm so worried about you!"

Making sure monsters weren’t creeping through the trees toward us. “I’ll see you in the morning,” Arlo said as he fastened the worn leather strap that held his knife in place. “Alright,” I replied softly. He paused, one hand on the door latch, and looked back at me. “Don’t get the door for anyone.” “I know.” Arlo tilted his head slightly, studying me. “If something goes wrong,” he said slowly, “what would you do?” I answered immediately. “Go down to the cellar. Hide and don’t make a sound.”

"Tell me, Mr. Charles, how did you assist Madam Hyacinth with the security lines and cameras back in Finland?" "Actually, the store where we bought the security cameras and the house alarm was located near the town. It’s called Azro. They offer high-end technology at affordable prices. I let Hyacinth set all the passcodes for her house. I did tell her that the cameras and alarms should be on a separate network, but she said she couldn’t afford another," he explained.

Grabbing it, he turns around and heads back down the hallway. Looking at the phone I see there is a notification from the surveillance camera we rigged outside the house where his mate disappeared. We hid it well, and during these weeks, there have only been a few notifications. A rogue who passed by and some animals that crossed outside on the lawn, nothing that brought us any closer in the lead to finding her. Aron hasn't been easy to handle these weeks. More than once Alora has been forced to give him something to calm him down, or I'm not sure this place would still be standing. Not to mention anyone getting in his way when he is that way.

Not even an inch. But the alarm system? Oh, that works perfectly. Sirens blare across the entire campus. Red lights flash. "Oh my god," Arlo wheezes, clutching the dashboard. "How...how am I supposed to pay for this? I could sell my entire inheritance and I wouldn't be able to afford a scratch on these gates!"

“Awwwnn, thanks so much. I will freshen up and come out” “Okay” Ryan kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Aurora sighed, none of her family members even called to wish her a happy birthday. Not like they ever did it but she kind of expected it every year but it was always the same. Just as she wanted to climb out of bed, her phone rang and it was a video call from Malcolm. Smiling, she pressed the receive button and smiled at him. “Good morning” “Good morning princess” Malcolm looked like he just finished his workout and beads were dripping down his body, she couldn’t lie he

I muttered to myself worriedly. I stopped and checked my phone as instructed, and I was surprised to see a video of Arlo punching two men as though he wanted them dead. Never in my entire existence had I ever seen anyone so violent before and even watching it scared the life out of me. When my phone rang again, I jumped in shock, but it was just Eudora calling back. “Have you seen the video?” Eudora asked. “Yes…yes…I have,” I stuttered. “This is bad, Aurora,” Eudora said.

Across the city, at that exact hour, a low‑priority alert pinged in the Institute’s security log: **UNUSUAL ACTIVITY – SOUTH RESIDENTIAL ROUTE CAM 3–B – REPEAT PATTERN FLAGGED. The junior tech on duty frowned at it, marked it for morning review, and went back to checking the more urgent feeds. The system had noticed something. No one had corrected it. Yet.

Life continued, not without challenges, but with a deep sense of unity that made each day a new opportunity to build the future they both dreamed of. Lune had been noticing strange shifts in her mood and body recently, ones she couldn't quite put her finger on. Some days, she’d wake up feeling perfectly fine, only to suddenly get irritated by the smallest things. The way Arlo’s clothes were casually draped over a chair, or the faint sounds from outside that she usually didn’t mind—it all started to grate on her nerves without warning.