Arnold Sports Novels & Stories

I felt too sad. Later at noon, the doctor had come up with the best hospital to be referred to. We were grateful it was the same country. The movement would be more easier and faster. “The Arnold Healing Center is one of the best hospitals in the state of Carolton, employed with the best doctors and specialists. We got the awesome news that Dr. Arnold himself will be free to conduct the surgery on Mr. Brown, and he had requested he should be moved to his hospital immediately" the doctor spoke.

“Yeah he did. Punch straight to the face. I went down. But that is not the point. Can you delete the parts with me dragging him in?” Arnold sighed but he was still laughing a little. “I can try. The angle is bad anyway. His face never shows clear. But the timing is obvious. People will know something happened. Your scent is probably all over the place too.” “I know. Just do what you can. I cannot have this get out. Sponsors. Team. Everything.” “You are screwed a little bit my friend. But okay. Deleting what I can. Next time take your meds huh?” Arnold said. “And tell me more. Was he good? Because you sound wrecked.”

“You bastard, I said come here!” Adrian stood still, calm, as though he wasn’t in the presence of someone dangerous. His indifference was almost unsettling. Mr. Arnold was a powerful business mogul in Vereluxe City. No one dared cross him. He wouldn’t let disrespect go unpunished—and would do anything to silence those who tried. But Adrian was daring him now, with nothing but a silent, unshaken gaze. The moment Mr. Arnold glanced at the security guards, they rushed forward. They shoved Adrian from behind, forcing him to step forward until he stood face-to-face with Mr. Arnold—barely five feet between them. But that massive belly still reached close.

He was staring angrily at me, perhaps wondering what I was doing here in an important event regarding business. ‘‘Everyone, I want to mention that in addition to the other companies that had previously submitted their entries, there’s another competitor we have right now…’’ Arnold made the announcement while he was standing there with a microphone in his hand. ‘‘Celestine, if you could just come here...’’

He was just not the type of guy to get help from others, not even his friends. Slightly nodding, Arnold started explaining the situation to Arthur. Their company was being targeted by a bigger and Influential business group from Angeles City, but even Arnold Kroos didn't know who it was, all he knew was that the business group was targeting him, and his investor's were now pulling out their investments from his company. After he finished, Arnold and Edward looked at Arthur, eagerly waiting for what he had to say. They were hoping he'll agree to help, after all it's risky for him to get involved.

The background music is also on point with the dim glittering disco lights shading the face of the people present. "There is even a playstation?!" I shouted excitedly when I sighted a game stand at the far end of the bar. "I know you will love it here" Arnold said with a goofy look on his face as he stared at me looking around the beautiful bar. "Arnold, I have been straight all my life. I can't be gay …" I whispered to his ears to prevent others from listening but Arnold only replied with a not so subtle sniff and a moan that appeared like a grunt.

No one can win an argument against Dana; she'll just insist her point till they agree. "Okay, I'll go with you," she finally says after pretending to think about it for a while. "But a football party means that there's a good chance of me running into you-know-who." "Andrew Cameron," calls Dana with a feigned dreamy look and smile, "your hellsent boyfriend." Of course, she knows he's going to be there, Mia shakes her head; everybody does actually. No party in town is complete without the presence of golden boy, Andrew Cameron, especially if it's hosted by the football team. He's an unexpendable part of it.

Arnold hit him, "Your mother is not deaf, and there is no way I will be why are you shouting so loudly? Let me ask you, what company are you going to interview for?" "The game I played recently is going to move back to the City from abroad. They are recruiting a lot of people. I plan to go to that game company. With my love for "Fallen Kings", I will definitely be admitted." Paul said happily. The thought that he can do what he likes and earn money from it makes him very happy. Such opportunities were hard to find and he was really into it. Arnold frowned, "A game company? That's not doing a proper job, I'll go tell your uncle and ask you to work in the Clothing line. We have a new design an

He clicked on one of the links and the event popped up. Right on the screen, he could see the man he knew as Ava's husband. That was Arnold. He was on the podium speaking. “To everyone that has come here and those watching from different parts of the globe, we are grateful for your support. Avalon corp would not have gotten to this spot without you guys. Thank you.” There was a pause in the speech as people clapped. Then, he started again.

Moron. Arnold came out before we could get in. He was annoying. - They won - he hits a table where it was full of nails and screws. I guess the opposing team won. - Fuck! But we were winning. - A penalty. I'll finish this - he sits on his bench and puts on his glasses -. Aria, get me the oil drum that's by the fridge. I nodded and went for what he asked me. Drum, drum, drum. Next to the fridge there was nothing. I hear Angie approach me, she smiles when she sees that I didn't find that jerry can. She points me over to the fridge. There she was.