Black Hey Arnold Novels & Stories

she asked with a jittery and urgent voice. “It was a success,” Christian said, making Kayla shut her eyes and exhale with deep relief. “We injected and inserted the Hydro-p chemicals neutralizer into his body, repaired his damaged organs, and replaced some. His specimens were analyzed to check for the presence of Hydro-p chemicals. The result of the analysis came out positive, the Hydro-p chemicals were neutralized within three hours.” He smiled. “Arnold is a pro.” Kayla couldn't agree more. Arnold made the Hydro-p chemicals; he also made the neutralizers. “Where is Anthony?”

The field that now held only dying grass and weeds used to be the Blackwood training ground. Ryan and I, boys then, young and reckless, had trained here until our bodies collapsed. Knuckles torn open. Blood drying on our skin. Bones bruised. Always under his watchful eye. Arnold Blackwood. Six-foot-three. Hair silver like cold steel slicked back with military precision. Charcoal-gray eyes that held nothing. Not hate, not pride. Just... vacancy. A man broad-shouldered, built like a soldier, with skin weathered from battle and years in sunless power.

He didn’t speak. A voice came through. It's was smooth and mocking. “Hi, cousin.” Zayn’s grip on the phone tightened instantly. His knuckles turned white. If the device had been paper, it would have been crushed into nothing. “Arnold,” Zayn said too calmly. Arnold chuckled softly on the other end. “How you manage to stay calm in every situation is what freaks me out sometimes.” Zayn’s voice sharpened. “You have him.”

“I wanted you to come back willingly. But you left me no choice.” “You’re insane,” I spat. “I’ll never go with you.” His eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll make you.” I opened my mouth to scream again, but his hand came up, something hard striking against my head. Pain exploded behind my eyes. The last thing I saw was his face leaning over me, smiling, as the world went black. Arnold’s POV When I got back inside the house, I expected to hear her. Some sound, even the smallest thing like footsteps, a laugh, her voice but there was Nothing.

I froze in my place and chills ran down my spine when I realise who it actually was and not Polly whom i expected. Arnold was stepping inside, dressed in a black tuxedo and hair styled backwards. He gasped when his eyes fixed on me. The eye contact sucked the breath out of me because I didn't even know if I should move or stay in my place. He was watching me as if he was in a trance, and his eyes looked fiery as if he would eat me alive. He strode towards me slowly and its hard to step backwards because his eye contact is holding me in place. As he moved closer, I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

As I waited for him to pick up the call, I put on a pair of black slingback. ‘‘Hello…’’ Arnold finally responded, his tone was scratchy and slurred, as if he had been drinking. ‘‘Arnold…’’ I crooned alluringly while nervously biting my index finger. ‘‘Where are you right now?’’ After a little pause in which he was unable to articulate anything, I heard him clear his throat before he answered me. ‘‘Why?’’ ‘‘I've heard about what took place between you and Celestine. I’m sorry…’’ I remarked while biting the inside of my bottom lip. ‘‘Could I offer you some advice?’’

I shook my head vehemently as he moved toward me and pinned my hands above my head but it didn't stop me, my eyes were already burning with tears and some of them had escaped down my cheeks as he proceeded to slap my thighs apart. I could even hear Hera’s laughter in the corner as Arnold dipped his fingers in his mouth to wet them as he watched me with no ounce of mercy in his eyes. I shut my eyes tightly as I gave up on being saved and accepted that my life was ruined completely, but that same moment I heard Hers’s laughter cease suddenly and a body thudded beside me. Quickly, my eyes flew open and I saw that it was Arnold’s body that had dropped dead beside me and a hand was holding his ri

Kane Louis' face turned black and he quickly ordered the others to block Harding Arnold's path. Harding Arnold galloped naked on the main street of Snow Citadel University, quickly becoming a 'landscape' that caught everyone's attention, and more and more people gathered, a bit the good guy directly brought out his cell phone and gave Harding Arnold a crazy beating. "Isn't that the Arnold family group that bought and sold Chairman Harding Arnold's son? I rely on it! What kind of scene is this..." "I killed, ran naked, is this also circulating now? Take the time to smash the hairpin above, the rate is definitely very high!"

Clark sneered, his veins pulsing in his neck. “You deserve to die the exact way your mother did!” Arnold hurled, his voice devoid of emotions, “painful and slow,” he added, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes burned with fierce intensity of disdain as it scanned the dark and eerie silent forest, for the monster he was determined to slaughter. “Come out boy!” He bellowed, “you're just a left over, show yourself and we'll finish you off like we did your family,” roared Arnold coldly, his deep voice bare of empathy.

The old man lifted up his head to take a look at his daughter. He finds her pointing the revolver at him furiously. Arnold chuckled and said, "What a blazing day. My own daughter pulled the trigger on me." He chuckled. Naevia stared at him, getting ready to pull the trigger again. Arnold glared at her and said, "I hope you rot..." Before he could complete his statement, Naevia shot Arnold in the forehead. His head splattered with blood. Sending him falling to the ground dead. "No. I hope you rot in hell," she said, tossing the gun on Arnold's dead body. She looked away and straight at the safe which almost had fire surrounding it.