Black Hey Arnold Novels & Stories

“You need a little distraction.” I try to think about something else—anything else—so that I can manage to get home in one piece. But rainbows and puppies aren’t what come to mind. Instead, I get flashes of dancing with Arnold Brighton. His soulful eyes. His masculine scent. And his beard—oh, his glorious fucking beard. He’s my every dark and dirty fantasy come-to-life. A muscled, tatted former military man with rough hands and a soft heart that he hides behind that guarded exterior.

His eyes are dancing with flames and daring him to ask again. "Mr. Brown is too distant, we are close friends Alex. You can call me Arnold you know," Arnold chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. His eyes stay on Alex, hard with challenge, waiting to see if he’ll crack. Arnold looks like he's in his late forties with too much gel in his hair. It's unsettling. “I don’t know,” Arnold muses, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “You never used to mind sharing before.”

“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.”

Arnold whimpered, his legs wobbling. I couldn’t look away. I felt sick and yet something deep inside me burned with a strange, dark relief. I felt a bit of happiness watching him hopeless. “Rylan…” My voice trembled. “Stop..” But his eyes, when they met mine, were not that soft anymore. It wasn’t a question of stopping, he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted me to see exactly what happened to the people who had tried to hurt me. Arnold coughed, blood spraying his lips. “I…I was just following orders!” he choked out.

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

Arnold mocked as he hung up the phone, dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it, breaking it. Arnold looked around the room, laughing as he heard the thunder roar. Arnold mocked, saying, “Just like before, you're hiding from your daddy and I don't expect you to come out… So now my pet let's play our old game… Hide-N-Seek.”

It's basically a magical handset that lets you call and see the people you are speaking with. We all stand up straight and take our positions. I stand beside Liam while on the other side is Trevor and behind us are Ronald and Sophia. When Liam presses a button on the handset, the light expands and a sort of hologram shows with three male wolves standing. I guess that the one who stands in the middle is Alpha Arnold. The first thing I notice is his hazel eyes. They are so bright and so clear such that it's pretty to look at. The second thing I notice about him is his smile. Unlike most Alphas that I've met before who are usually overly intimidating even if they smile, Arnold looks like he's j

He was glad Hannah wasn’t there to see his agony. He grabbed at his bed, trying to maintain himself, but his muscles tensed, making it impossible to stretch his arms. He was completely stuck. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!!” he screamed out, gritting his teeth and trying to get the pain to simmer down. “Fuuuuccckkkkkkk!!!” His head was pounding; he wanted to pound it against the wall to put him out of his misery. “Alpha!” His distorted voice yelled. “What happened?” Arnold went to touch Sebastian to help him, but on contact, more pain coursed through his entire body, causing him to jerk away violently. Arnold looked startled for a moment before determination crossed his face.

He smirks and looks away. - Ryder Hayes - extends his hand to me. I look at Thomas, hesitating to accept her hand, he says it's dangerous, and for some reason I trust him. Still, I sighed and held out mine. But when we were about to greet each other, Arnold left the house scared. I approached him. — Arnold? — Angie also comes out, she was confused — Are you okay? — On the phone... it was, it was a modified voice — he took a breath — he said that I gave him the girls and that he would pay me very well... I need money, Aria, keeping a mechanic isn't easy — he picks up a bar of his table.

Then catching himself, he gives me a smile, "Yeah, everything's okay." In front of us, HPH comes into view, "Oh, here we are!" Arnold opens the car door quickly, almost falling forward into the pavement. My brows furrow. Arnold tends to get nervous quickly, but I have never seen him this agitated before, though. Maybe I should talk to Mom about it.