Romans & histoires Arnold Shortman

Arnold finally answered after several minutes of silence. A man who has a height of one hundred and eighty-one centimeters tall man frowned. "What do you mean? Tell me directly, because I do not understand." "Actually, they were—" ***

I headed around the back of the castle wall, running my fingers across the stone. I turned the corner and froze as I spotted two males heading toward me; my heart sputtered as I recognized them as two of the males who were with Damon at Balor's club. The tall one with shoulder-length onyx hair was talking to the strange-looking man with skin as dark as night and eyes like a snake. They were dressed in fighting gear, their blades hitting their thigh as they made their way down the street.

he asked with a smirk on his face. If you look closely Arnou has this rough thug look, having a mid-length hair which he ties at the back, his facial hair matches his overall look along with his thick brow and deep blue orbs. If he just changes his style he would look like a matinee idol. But he will pass as a Robinhood instead. "I don't know what you're talking about, I am just being silent inside since I will be doing things my way. I'll follow the rest and be as a lightweight as possible," Alina

to attack herself once again." Trevor replied with a bright face. "Stop the falling of stock of the Dennison Enterprise, make the stocks return to normal, and support them with whatever amount they need to get back up." Arnold muttered in a tiny voice, his tone still as cold as ice. "Master? Why all of a sudden... " Trevor asked with raised brows, he knew his boss haven't his goals just yet then why? "I realized I can't force her to do what I want, I don't want to end up a murderer too. Prepare to inform her family of her existence after she wakes up." Arnold muttered and Trevor could only nod his head helplessly. "Yes boss, I understand. I will do as you say." Trevor nodded his head turnin

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

Arnold kept his head bowed. Hearing Arnold's explanation, which showed such concern for her, a warm feeling crept into Erica's heart. She secretly tried to hide her smile. Unintentionally, her gaze fell on Arnold, who was still bowing his head. Erica observed the face of the man who was much younger than her. His strong face had a prominent nose and thick eyebrows. His well-built, tall, and muscular body reflected a man who regularly exercised. When examined closely, Arnold's appearance was almost perfect, with a good physique and handsome face. Sensing that he was being watched, Arnold dared to lift his face, and their eyes met.

“Now that you mention it, I’m usually too busy staring and drooling over all those eye-popping muscles of yours to worry if you measure up, because you’re beyond any standard scale.” “How many beers have you had to get so much honey to drip outta your sweet mouth?” She knocked into him with her shoulder. “You are forgetting a couple of key points, Mr. Negative.” His lips twitched. “What’s that, Pollyanna?” “Most guys in Hollywood are short. These days few guys are as big as the old action stars like Dolph Lundgren and Arnold Schwartzeneger.” “Yeah? What about Vin Diesel?” “Don’t distract me by making me name specific actors who don’t hit the six foot mark.”