Drawing Arms Novels & Stories

And those crazy arms, at this moment, seemed to have been summoned, desperately entangled with the door frame and wrapped around it. As a result, a creepy scene appeared. The ridiculously long pale arms, like vines, were entangled tightly. Countless fingers were squeezing and moving wildly, making people take a look at them. The hair on their throats was about to vomit. These arms were squeezed hard, making creaking sounds like steel twisting. Large amounts of blood soon piled up under the skin of the arms. Blood dripped down, flowing faster and faster, gradually forming a blood curtain. It was just a bloody screen, but the sound of raging waves came from inside.

It was hard for me to sleep after having such a nightmare or revelation, whatever you wanna call it. Ethan was doing a good job of cuddling me; I felt safe in his wide arms; his arms were well-built ànd strong with firm muscles that stood, but when he moved, one could see the veins running across them, showing how powerful his arms were. Looking at his arm while standing his forearms looked thick, leading to his arms that seemed both strong and steady. There was a quiet strength in the way he carried his arms when he walked. It displayed signs of hard work and determination.

He stumbles backwards, spitting blood out of his mouth. “I am going to kill you,” he says walking forward with anger. He tries to punch me, but I block and grab his arm. I guide his arm back down exerting pressure on his elbow. I position his arm diagonally to me, creating a maximum extension of the arm. I pull his arm down to the floor with his entire body following suit. I twist it hard, causing a cracking sound from his body. I see the gun not too far away from me. I pick it up and press it to his head, and this time, I make sure my grip on the gun is strong.

Marking, mating, making her mine? I force myself to focus, especially in Art of War where we learn that we’re going to not only learn to fight, but learn to fight with different weapons, bows and arrows, knives, and whatever we can find around us if we’re caught off guard and taken down by our opponent. We’ll also be learning different hold techniques and how to get out of holds.

Not even Isaiah could soften that worry. I tried to muster up what was my best attempt of a smile, it didn't seem to convince him, but he took what he could get. "Right. Position your body like this." His hands grabbed my waist, even though I was clothed I swear I still feel his bare skin, the burning and the tingling sensation I was feeling was so enticing and so painful, placing my whole body into a forward stance, his arms skimmed up to my bare arms and I swear he was about to burn a hole right through my flesh. I could feel my breath hitching and I guess it was audible because he looked straight up, holding my gaze, "Place your arms up like this. It acts as a block from any oncoming atta

And I gasped in horror when she took a dagger from her satchel. My eyes widened as I froze on my location, "What are you thinking, Sage?!" I hissed at her and moved back, avoiding her presence. Yet once more, my scream filled the four corners of the house the moment she grabbed my arm and roughly wounded it with the weapon in her hand.

I watched as he carefully placed the blade against the rope, making sure it stayed away from my skin. He started cutting slowly. The sound of the rope being sliced was soft, almost quiet, but I could feel the tightness easing with every movement. The pressure on my wrists started to fade little by little. Then the rope came off. My arms dropped forward immediately, heavy and weak, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. My wrists burned, the skin sore and red, marks left behind where the rope had dug in. I rubbed them without thinking, but even that hurt. Before I could say anything else, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I held onto him like I was afraid he would disap

I decided to keep this adorable little pup. I glided over to him, feeling the breeze tickle my bare feet as my dress swayed with each step. The dense forest surrounded us, far from the cabin. His eyes were locked on me, and it was a mesmerizing sight as all his attention focused on me. I could feel the anticipation in the air as I stood just inches away from him. I gave him a small smile, keeping my almost-healed arm close in the sling. I couldn’t help but admire his well-defined physique—from his strong shoulders to his chiseled chest, his impressive eight-pack, and the V shape of his hips that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. His forearms were incredibly strong, veins pulsing

"Breakfast is ready," I shout, loud enough to be heard over the ruckus in the living room. Walking over to the kitchen doorway, I lean against the frame and watch the contest going on. Both Ryder and Aaron are sitting on opposite ends of the living room table, clasping each other's right hands. Their free hands are behind their backs, and the others are watching and cheering them on, waiting to see who wins the arm wrestling contest.

Armstrong was excited to no end when he heard that he could not only teach “Draco” a lesson but also receive payment after he was done. He began charging at Javier, and the latter could even feel the ground shaking. ‘He’s like a raging bull! I’ll probably be sent flying if he manages to run into me.’ However, Javier would not give him that chance. He managed to dodge before Armstrong even managed to get close to him. Armstrong had built up too much momentum, so he could not stop in time. As a result, he had to place both hands on the car, and both his legs kicked up ferociously. That stance was something similar to a toad jumping around.