Hey Arnold Figures Novels & Stories

Probably overthinking everything like the brooding idiot he was. I sat up quickly, heart racing, and opened W******p. “Where are you?” His reply came almost immediately. “My room.” I scoffed and typed back fast. “Liar. Let me confirm that on video call.” A few seconds later, the video call connected. Arnold’s face appeared on the screen. He was shirtless, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking tired but still unfairly hot. The moment he saw me, his eyes widened. “Fuck, Dorla… what the fuck are you putting on?” he growled, voice low and rough.

The background music is also on point with the dim glittering disco lights shading the face of the people present. "There is even a playstation?!" I shouted excitedly when I sighted a game stand at the far end of the bar. "I know you will love it here" Arnold said with a goofy look on his face as he stared at me looking around the beautiful bar. "Arnold, I have been straight all my life. I can't be gay …" I whispered to his ears to prevent others from listening but Arnold only replied with a not so subtle sniff and a moan that appeared like a grunt.

He asked raising his eyebrows. Arnold halted for a second and said, “What if something goes wrong along the way?” “Hmm…..Okay…..” Mr. Roy said pursing his lips. Arnold looked at everyone once and drew in a deep breath. He glanced at his Digi-watch and said, “You guys should be leaving now. It’s getting late.” Then he started walking towards the transparent walls of the enclosure. Mr. Roy wondered how Arnold would get out as he couldn’t see any opening. “How will you go………” The rest of the words remained unspoken as he saw Arnold walk straight through the walls. Then he became invisible.

His sole focus remains on his pack. Moments later, the cloaked figure appeared, and I rushed towards him. "Give me what will kill him," I exclaimed. The cloaked man grinned and replied, "Calm down, Arnold. Aren't you the substitute for your father?" A sharp pain pierced through me at that moment; how could I explain that my father's beta is the one truly standing in for him?

Richard wore a clueless expression as he slightly tilted his head and asked, “Can you expand a little on whom you’re describing? I don’t understand.” That agitated Arnold further. He went over to Richard with heavy footsteps and harshly punched his face. Even through another wound was left on his face, cracking his skin; this did not cause the Beta’s expression to faze. “That is a lovely expression on your face, Arnold,” mocked Richard. “Call me Alpha,” burst out Arnold, inflicting another wound on Richard’s face.

A gust of wind and rain blew into the room, followed by a figure clad in black leather. He was leaner than Hunter, with hair the color of sand and eyes that glowed a mischievous, dangerous gold. He stopped in the doorway, sniffing the air. "Well, well," the newcomer drawled, kicking the door shut behind him. He looked at me, then at Hunter, then back at me. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Hunter, you didn't tell me we had company. And she smells like expensive perfume and heartbreak." Hunter didn't look back. He kept his eyes on me. "Gloria, meet Arnold. My brother."

He must have realized by now how ignorant I was to the entire situation. Whoever said ignorance is bliss needed to be slapped silly. Gunnar entered my room, looking a thousand times better than he did when he left this morning. He wore his scowl exactly like he wore his Armani suit, to perfection and with class. Pocketing his fists in his shiny grey slacks, he gave himself the privilege to let his eyes travel down my body. My tank allowed a generous amount of cleavage to show and Gunnar shamelessly gawked at my puppies.

Just before Forgus Baker and the others could chase him, Harding Arnold brought a few men to surround and attack, finally knocking Harding Arnold to the ground. Harding Arnold, because he was possessed by a ghost father, had great strength, and fought with his subordinates, causing those people to fall to the ground. That Kane Louis was not lightly injured by Cadell Marcus. He ran over haphazardly. He took action in time and slapped Harding Arnold on the head, knocking him unconscious, and then quickly gave him more protection a set of clothes, a few assistants were busy carrying Harding Arnold out.

Eliot face turned sober, he bowed before walking out. Arnold is outspoken, mannerless,and daring but I'm not that sure if he would dare to snitch on me but eventually I find out… Oh, Angie…

Anyway, but Bernard Arnold is a seven product martial artist, the future is bright, and now Adonis Arnold replaces the leader is his ability, even more outstanding man. Even Vivian Arnold is extremely curious, wondering if there is something strange and precious in the back of that treasure chest. It is not true to say that Bernard Arnold does not understand his grandfather, he is very passionate about weapons, hanging all his weapons inside the house. So he hit this grandpa's key, which is very effective.