Hey Arnold Figures Novels & Stories

One of Thomas Vic's friends sneered in annoyance, "Are you satisfied showing off your future grandchild, Thomas? Just because Arnold is still a miserable bachelor, you keep making me jealous with your future grandchild!" "Hey, don't quote me in this conversation. I've been trying to be a decent gentleman who always takes care of and protects Tera. So please, exclude my name from your conversation!" complained Arnold Cavill, the son of Armando Cavill, a famous cheese company owner in their small town. Arnold and Armando knew Tera well, and Arnold was a good friend of Tera and Tora. Among the many people at the party, only Arnold and Armando were the ones Tera knew the most.

The one who spoke first and appears to be the leader of the team said and silence rented the air as the trio got back to their work. ==ARNOLD'S OFFICE== Arnold was already back in his office, he couldn't concentrate on his work so he just sat still on the swivel chair, thinking about what just happened a few minutes ago. He has never in his life, imagined meeting his mate, he thought the mood goddess wouldn't choose a mate for him since he's someone who doesn't what one, but now he understands that the moon goddess is a crazy selfish b*tch, how could she think of matchmaking him with a woman?

I shrink back as Arnold confronts him. “Why are you here, and what do you want?” The figure laughs, his eyes glinting. “I would expect someone like you, Arnold, to understand why I'm here.” Arnold snarls in response. “So, why didn't you just kill us?” The mysterious figure smirked. “Now, why would I want to kill my mate's parents?” Our eyes widen, and Arnold and I exchange a shocked glance. Arnold snarls, “That's impossible. That's not supposed to happen until 18 years later.”

Ruby cried out. Arnold’s red eyes faded but his burning heart wasn’t quenched by anything. He was fuming badly. He was about to take a step forward when a familiar scent caught his nose… not just one but two known scents he was used to. His forehead creased in outrage and his grip on the silver arrows tightened. “What’s a perfect time to die brother” he growled.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest before lifting me; however, things didn’t seem to work out as planned as we saw both his parents standing in front of us in the middle of the living room. His mom had to fight back a smile at our sight, but his father glared at the two of us as if we were committing a sin. Arturo frowned and put me down before approaching them. He wrapped his arms around his mom first before turning to his father who had his eyebrow raised before he pulled him into a hug.

"You didn't even realise your men were after your life and came here like the fool you are." Arnold's expression gave life to the rumours. Truth be told, he planned to use the current Fernando clan members to dethrone his brother before killing them and raising a new army loyal to him. That was a plan he kept to himself and his most trusted aide. His face turned aghast when he realised he'd been betrayed. "Does it feel good? The feeling of betrayal." Liam asked. The next second, Arnold was thrown to the floor and his prosthetic limb detached from his thigh, exposing his cut-off leg.

Arnold held her in his arms as she cried. "But she is here with us, and that's all that matters," Arnold said, kissing her forehead. Just then, the door swung open, and Chris Carter walked in, his face as stern as always. He was handsome yet arrogant, with a tall, athletic build and chiseled features - six-pack abs, toned muscles, and pink lips that contrasted with his piercing eyes. His well-built physique matched his confident demeanor, but his arrogance could be off-putting.

positions, but the helicopter was already descending in a flurry of wreckage. The side doors sprang open, and a dozen armed individuals descended to the ground, their military gear stripped of all national identification or affiliations. They spread out in a perfect tactical formation, taking up over-watch positions as their apparent leader approached with two other soldiers. Their weapons readied but pointed to the ground in an obvious gesture of neutrality. Arnold instantly angled his body in front of Alice, adrenaline surging and muscles stiff for further violence. The tall figure removed his helmet, revealing a rugged face with deep creases and a broad scar that traced the curve of his

Raphael ordered the gang to dispose off the bodies "How dare you decieve me" Arnold barked to the commanding officer on the phone, "What is wrong?" he asked, "Where are the men you promised me" Arnold yelled, "Aren't they there yet, they left a while ago" the man replied. Immediately three military trucks drove into the estate, Arnold was actually angry but when he saw them he immediately calmed down and smiled. "They won't know what hit them" he said, Now his force was going to be stronger than that weak cartel of Alberto, "An eye for an eye" he boasted.

His tie lay abandoned beside his coffee mug while Arnold stood opposite him with a tablet in hand. The conversation stopped the moment they noticed me. Too quickly. Far too quickly. Arnold straightened. "Good morning, Miss Hale." "Morning." Theo looked up and smiled. "You're awake." "I am." I leaned against the doorway. "What were you two talking about?" "Work." The answer came too quickly. Arnold cleared his throat. "I'll leave you both." Without another word, he disappeared. I watched him go before turning back to Theo. "You know," I said slowly, "for two people discussing work, you both looked remarkably guilty."