Embracing Arms Novels & Stories

Nicole felt happy to see that her son was quickly adapting to her family. He went from one set of arms to another, and everyone was delighted with him. They ate amidst laughter and jokes, and for the first time in a long time, Nicole felt truly free. After a while, she heard the doorbell ring. Nicole stood up and headed towards the door to see who it was. When she opened it, she was surprised to find Bruno standing in front of her. He had his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and jeans. Nicole looked him up and down, realizing that he still stirred up the same emotions in her. She cleared her mind to be able to speak.

He didn’t reach for me. I reached out first. His embrace wasn’t what I imagined. It wasn’t forceful. It didn’t cling like a man afraid to lose. He held me gently, cautiously, as if my body were cracked porcelain that might shatter with pressure. His arms encircled my back—not to restrain, only to accompany. He said nothing. He simply held me tighter, resting his chin lightly atop my head.

His face buried in my torso. My arms instinctively go around him, wrapping around his broad shoulders. My fingers thread through his thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, the soft strands a welcome contrast to the rough fabric of his suit jacket. I pull him closer, wanting to merge with him, to disappear into the protective bubble of his arms, and let the world outside simply cease to exist.

He carefully extended his arms, moving slowly so as not to startle me. Then he gently pulled my cold, trembling body into his warm embrace. His movements were extremely gentle and controlled, perfectly avoiding my injured left arm. He was treating me like I was made of glass and might shatter at any moment. My body instinctively tensed at the unexpected contact, but I didn't push him away. Something about his embrace felt safe, like coming home after a long, terrible journey. He rested his chin lightly on top of my head, and I felt the vibration from his chest when he spoke.

"We will continue to train. We will prepare our forces. We will be ready when you call." I stood, and he rose with me. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the space between us, his arms wrapping around me in a desperate, crushing embrace. I closed my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I drank in his scent, trying to brand the feeling of his arms around me into my very soul.

I said, gathering all my confidence while looking at him. His brows furrowed. He glanced at me again while his hands were on the steering wheel. My eyes went to his arms. It was firm and it looks so strong. His veins on it was showing. “What’s the reason for the postponing?” “You have so many things to do. You have work,” I said, still unconsciously staring at his arms. My mind focus on it. “Really?” I heard him said before I saw how his arms moved. My eyes went up to his hands. It was maneuvering the car swiftly. Like it was born to drive a luxury car.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

Right through her soul. He walked closer to her slowly and pulled her closer to him, wrapped her in a warm swaddle of his chest and arms. She did not want to leave. He stroked her long blond hair and pulled him closer into his chest. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around her frail body. It felt as if when she was in his arms all her pain went away - mental and physical, mostly the depressing pain. If she could only stay in his arms forever, safe from the world's harmful people.

KEILAH “I stood frozen, disbelief etched into every fibre of my being as his warm embrace enveloped me. My heart, previously a frantic drummer in a panic, now orchestrated a softer, steadier rhythm. It was an unfamiliar sensation—a shift from terror to an inexplicable calmness. Despite the knowledge of his formidable abilities, his arms felt like a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos that raged outside. In that moment, surrounded by his embrace, I marvelled at the unexpected twist in our encounter. Fear, once an unrelenting captor, now surrendered to an overwhelming sense of solace and protection. His arms, like an impenetrable fortress, shielded me from the harshness of the world. As I nestl

Sebastian's arms tightened around us, holding us close as if he never wanted to let us go. "There's no way I'm missing out on this family hug," Clark declared, his voice filled with a playful enthusiasm, before another pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around us, enveloping us in a warm, cozy cocoon. I felt the gentle pressure of his embrace as he squeezed us tightly, his chest pressing against my back.