Novel & Cerita Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you undo it. Because when I kill you, whatever spell you cast will be neutralized." Angry tears flooded Arthur's eyes as he regarded Morgana. This female sorcerer was truly insane. What kind of crazy woman was King attracted to? "What? Not going to say anything?" Morgana crossed her arms, a taunting smirk playing on her lips. "Beg for your life." Arthur sniffled, resignation sinking in. "Would it make any difference "Oh... but you wouldn't know unless you tried, would you?” She gave another one of those annoying smirks. "Come on, beg for it."

“You fucking pathetic bastard. Hunting down wolves lesser than you because you lack the spine to confront me head-on. Do you really expect me to hold an ounce of regard for such a pathetic worm like you?” Artemis tilts his head to the side with a bored expression, not even flinching in the slightest. Instead, all he does is brush off his shirt. “You interrupted me right in the middle of lunch.” He regards him with eyes like a cold abyss, a look that pierces to the core and freezes the soul. “It better be worth it.” Morgan doesn’t even flinch like the psychopath he is. “You… Your business was with me, but you went after my mate.” There’s clear pain written all over his face, and even with eve

But he did not understand a thing. Morgan looked at them and understood, so he came forward and decided to explain, "Well, by what he said, Lucy meant that you guys are boring but yet soothing for mind and heart; you guys are stupid but genius at times; you guys are coconuts; and bla bla bla... I do not want to say much; just get it yourself. I am leaving. I just came here to talk about the email you sent me this morning, but seems like you guys are bonding, so—” Morgan said, gave them a salute, and left.

Theo uttered in anger and frustration. Arthur clenched his jaws and reached for his glass which had little whiskey left in it. He drank it and stumped the bottom of the glass on the table. “I’m sorry, but I’m not the strong man you think I am. I don’t think I can be strong for anyone.” He responded and turned to walk away. “Yes, you can! You are just being scared! You can’t imagine a life without Aurora, which is totally understandable because you’re in love with her. But do you think she’d ever want to return to the man you’re becoming?

" I said this after a little pause. Arthur is a real cry baby, and I sometimes admire him for it, but I also dislike it since I believe he does cry a lot. Arthur inhaled while salivating his lower lips. "Mister handsome. I need you to be brave. Okay. You are aware of my horrible fate, and when it comes to claim me, please... Please don't ever cry for me. my soul will not rest if you do. I don't want to watch you cry, and I'd like you to quit being weak, please. I love you, but you must swear not to cry anytime you see me in pain." I said this while touching his cheeks and attempting to strike a bargain with him.

Ethan whispered, his voice broken. “I’m not done,” Liam snapped, his eyes never leaving Arthur’s. “You call him a disappointment? He’s the most brilliant architect I’ve ever met. He sees things in his head that you couldn't even dream of. He’s not your crutch, and he’s sure as hell not your shadow. He’s his own person, and if you can’t see that, then you’re the one who’s blind.” Arthur stood up, his face a mottled, ugly purple. “You dare speak to me like this in my home? You are nothing! You are a gutter-rat who managed to find a suit!”

What if this is a act to put his hope High and later he went back to wed Zelda which he had advised him against? She doesn't just trust her neither does she know what he's up against. "Alright! I'm sorry for wasting your time! I hope you wouldn't break her heart though! Hold her tight to yourself and never let her go ". Morgan advice as she stared at her. She was really feeling so bad at this moment as she just Understand that people will come to you when you've start making it in Life. They will all run away at First when you start making it from the trashes but come back to you.

He leans forward, grabs a bottle of water from the front, and hands it to me. I take it and chug the entire thing, the cool liquid soothing my raw throat. “Thanks,” I mutter, sniffing. “I’m sorry,” Arthur says quietly. My heart twists violently. He shouldn’t be apologizing. I’m the hot mess here— not him. “It’s okay.” I force a smile. “I’m just… stressed from work and teaching. You know how it is.” Arthur doesn’t buy it. I can see it in his eyes. “You can always quit if you want to,” he starts, then pauses when my expression falters. “But I know you won’t. You seem happiest when you’re playing the piano.”

Damian looked away, jaw clenched. "Edward Morgan died three years ago," Roman continued, his voice softer now. "Cancer. I was at the hospital with Ava when it happened. And you know what his last words were? 'Tell them I'm sorry. Tell Jonathan and Catherine I'm sorry.' Even dying, he was still trying to atone." "That doesn't make it right—"

I asked sharply, though part of me already knew where this was heading. Arthur’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly. His hands, usually steady, fidgeted with a sleeve. He took a shaky breath, the sound hollow and raw. “The pain,” he said quietly. “The pain of losing them. Losing our pups.” His voice cracked at the end, and he quickly looked away, as if facing me was too much. I froze, his words catching me off guard. Then, like a floodgate bursting, a wave of resentment rose within me. I couldn’t believe him. Not now. Not when it was far too late.