Best Arm Wrestling Table Novels & Stories

Just thinking of what little effort is needed to lift a trunk lid makes my muscles ache worse than they already do. I sigh with relief, stumbling upon a cozy seating space tucked in a corner on the other side of the trunks and crates. There's a pair of ornately carved mahogany wood and rich brown leather padded armchairs angled towards each other. Between the chairs is a small matching wood drop-leaf table that could easily double as a dining table for two if needed. Dropping my heavy backpack on the ground beside me, I examined the top of the table, appreciating the unique hard leather inlay with gold leaf filigree accent along the edge. Glad I noticed the fancy tabletop before almost plopp

He tried taking a step closer, but I deftly moved around him. He gave a loud, dramatic sigh. “At least I can look forward to the arm wrestling since calling you “babe” and putting my hands on you is off limits.” He was smarter than he looked and smoother than I could handle. For some reason I couldn’t help laughing. I put out my arm and flexed. “You want a piece of this, huh?” He tapped my bicep with the tips of two fingers. “I didn’t know what I was up against, and I’ll need to work out extra hard if I want a chance of taking you.”

Only Ezekiels essence whether it be blood or scent affected him that way. The table groaned in protest as Lander stressed the leg as hard as he could. Until one of the weaker bolts slid up and out of place, but still the table's leg, held by three more bolts, didn't quite give in. "Dammit!" Lander barked looking up. "This is fucking cheating! I want a rematch!!" hissed, looking past Brandon and towards his brothers. Suddenly Walter deep voice called out. "Victory! To the 1st combatant!"

Jordan looked at the table. It was well-worn with marks accumulated over the years—a solid and thick wooden table. He gently lifted the edge with his hand to test its weight. It roughly weighed about sixty to seventy kilograms. Jordan flung his hand, and the solid wooden table flew—— There was silence at the table. The man who slapped the table and stood up sat back down, his eyes darting around. "I'll let you go this time. Be careful next time." Jordan smiled politely. "Okay."

Horr looked at Vox and called him to join them at the table. "You came? What are you doing here today? I thought you wanted to see a hospitalized friend?" Bar asked. Vox turned and pointed at Wilson who was looking away and intensely watching two huge musclebrains with arms the size of basketballs, roughly battling it out in a test of strength. "That's him." Vox said. "Is that the Wilson?" Horr and Bar asked at the same time. Bar was not at the day Wilson and Jim arrived. "Yes." Vox answered. "Oy, Wilson! Come!" Horr called.

i say politely and nod as they bow their heads slightly. They all leave and go back to doing whatever they we're doing and i sit at the head of the huge dining table while Armando sits at the other end of the table. It was a really huge spacious table made from black red and grey marble. "Move up closer 'mate' , i dont bite" i say amused and i hear him growl because i know it got to him. "You know I'm an alpha too right , not your little bitch you can tell what to do." He says annoyed but still moves up to sit next to me.

Twillow gave a look of shock since she figured the younger giant would have the edge. "See, sometimes when we get together those two have an arm wrestle and we bet on who's going to win." Frank explained, "If you've never seen a giant arm wrestle you're in for a treat! No one has ever seen it except us." Alec's head turned to his son with a grin, "Think you can make it ten on your record?" Kendrick sighed and leaned forward, moving his chair closer to the table, "We'll see." The gnomes immediately picked up their wooden table and chairs and moved them to the far end of the huge stone table out of the way. Then to Twillow's surprise, more gold appeared.

And when I finally got to the front, I could say that all the heat I felt earlier had morphed into ice. Before me were two shirtless men. Their chest was covered in a sheen of sweat. Muscles beneath their skin rippling and flexing. Hands locked into each other and narrowed eyes communicating death to the other as they engaged fervently in their arm wrestling match. I swallowed. While this was a lot more than I had seen my entire life when it came to males, it wasn’t exactly what I had come for. Mother always said that I exaggerated too much, but it would be fair to say that my heart plummeted to the pits of my stomach.

I deftly moved a little closer to them to get a good look at what was happening in the center of their circle. I had to raise up on my toes to catch a good glimpse, but when I saw two fists firmly grasping one another—one belonging to Belikov—I was in no way surprised. He was arm wrestling with another troop member and winning at that. The other Dhampir's teeth were clenched, sweat increasingly forming on his brow while Belikov had a cool, collected look adorning his face. It appeared he had been toying with him because after only another minute of increasing shouts, Belikov slammed the Dhampir's arm to the table, jostling a few of the tankers and spilling even more ale on the wooden surface

A not so subtle way of saying ‘don’t sit here. I rolled my eyes. Such high school crap. Fine, I think to myself as I go towards one of the empty tables in the back. Hopefully everyone will leave me alone then. Wyatt sits beside me as I start to people watch. At a table somewhat nearby two alphas are having an arm wrestling contest. Great. Why don’t they just take out their dicks and measure them right here? “Well, this is a waste of time.” Wyatt mumbles beside me and I nod. “I thought there would be some kind of agenda or time table at least.”