Fma Armstrong Novels & Stories

"Good." Armstrong reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture was becoming familiar, intimate. "Because once those papers are served, Vale is going to escalate. He's going to try everything to manipulate you back. Guilt, anger, promises to change." "I know." And I did. I knew Festy better than I'd ever wanted to admit. "I won't go back to him." "I know you won't." Armstrong's hand lingered on my cheek. "Because I won't let you."

Officer Perry explained as they stopped by the dead body, the paramedic unzipped the body bag so they could see his face. “I found his wallet and was able to identify him as Gerald Armstrong. He was a rich businessman and lawyer.” Officer Perry explained further as Sheriff Hardin examined his body “Any clue as to what could have happened to him? And who is she?” Sheriff Hardin asked “The wound inflicted on him definitely was done by someone or something but we couldn’t find any murder weapon, and that is his wife. I checked her bag and her name is penny.” Officer Perry suggested with his hands resting on his duty belt

he protests, his tone laced with annoyance. She waves over her shoulder at him dismissively. “It’ll be fine, Chris. Cole said it’s fine. Just go back to your squadron.” “But Astrid…” Chris argues, and the fucker has the nerve to reach out and grab her arm, yanking her back. I charge in their direction, closing the distance between us in just a few strides. “You got a fuckin’ problem?” I demand, and Chris immediately lets Astrid’s arm go, shrinking back.

I immediately brought out my iPhone and took a picture of it, I needed this for memories. Not too long, Alma came in with a man I guess was her brother. He was tall, the depth of his shoulder was greater than the breadth of his shoulder. He threw his legs out at every step he took, aching his back slightly. His facial expression looked funny like he was forcing himself to smile. Alma held on to his arm tightly. I could tell she was avoiding eye contact with me. Suddenly her brother pulled his arm away from her grip and then walked up to me in a funny way, laughing out weirdly.

Mr Armstrong POV Chairman Armstrong's driver pulled up the car in of Mrs Houston's restaurant. "You're sure this is the place he told you?". Mr Armstrong asked his driver to be sure he had received the right address from Addison's driver. "Yes sir." the driver nodded in confirmation. "Okay, I'Il be out soon." Mr Armstrong said before stepping out of his car. He briskly walked into the mini restaurant and sat in one of the empty seats nearest to the window. Zoe quickly walked up to him when he signalled her over. "Good day sir, what can I get you?". she asked politely.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

The next moment, Oskar Armstrong’s assistant was brought over as soon as he waved his hand. A man in a white suit drew out a watermelon knife and chopped off the assistant’s left arm. Ugh! The assistant convulsed with pain and kept rolling on the ground. However, he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, “Senior Armstrong, you can’t help him. The Americans are shameless. Even if you did operate on him, he would never let you go.” “Keep quiet. Slap him!” Butler Yates said coldly.

Mike grabs my arm and raises an eyebrow at me. "What's up?" "You smell like tequila," he remarks. I roll my eyes at him. "We had a few shots in the back. I'm twenty-two now, Mike. I can handle it. It's the whole point of tonight. Actually, I might even get ridiculously drunk and stumble into the limo when you come to pick us up. Sound good?" "I'm just not used to it, that's all. As promised, I won't bother you. I have some errands to run for Mr. Smith. Call me when you're ready to be picked up. And remember your code—"

Old Lady Armstrong felt sad for her loss, but she could not let go of her anger at Celeste because of young master Davis. Old Lady Armstrong had treated people all her life harshly. Even her son and daughter-in-law had to do things her way. Remember to mention Celeste's mother, Felix Baker, even though she had to lower her status to serve her as she wanted. However, she had lost herself to Celeste today and had to tolerate all these humiliations in silence. Old Lady Armstrong was furious, and she could only endure.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.