Hey Arnold Figures Novels & Stories

she requested, Arnold turned around and gawked at the lady who requested for the audience. He was mesmerized by her beauty, “Woah!” he exclaimed. He regained his senses and acted like a gentleman, Mora has become petrified by his reaction. “I am Arnold, the brother to the mayor of this district, it is a pleasure to meet the famous beauty of district Z,” he said smilingly. He stretched forth his hand for a handshake, and Mora reluctantly took it, the handshake lingered, and Mora broke it immediately. “Cough, cough!”

Arnold almost chuckles, peering at me. "I'm on your side, Nev." "Really?" I give him a doubtful look as I fiddle with my index finger. "Then why don't you come right out and tell me what's going on in here?" "You don't remember what happened at that rave party you attended back in Croatia? Hasn't anything come back to you yet?" Arnold puts his hand back in his pockets as he tips his head from side to side. "Well, it's such a shame if it hasn't yet. You're going to make our job so much harder than it has to be."

“I never said their words got to me,’’ Adrian answered coldly, and I nodded. “How's your basketball training going?” I asked, watching Alicia as she laughed at something on Bella's phone. “It's good,” “Why are you still standing there like an old man, while that fucker has our mate?” Arnold walked over and stood beside me. “Or am I the only one burning in rage?” “We can't be seen by the public in daytime, Arnold”, I said, and Arnold turned to face me. “When did we become batman?” “Oh, please shut up,” Adrian rolled his eyes at him and looked away. Arnold's lips stretched into a smile, and he winked at me.

That was her secret to eternal youth, and everyone who’d been around long enough knew it but never dared to say it aloud. Arnaldo finally turned his gaze to me, his smirk widening. “Sven.” His voice carried that familiar arrogance, smooth as poison. Then his eyes swept lazily across the room, taking everything in—the cages, the dancers, the shadows—until they landed on Venus for half a second… and finally, on Rayna. “A new face?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curling in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. I squinted at him, calculating his moves.

A faint spark lit her eyes. Not bad. That kid had potential. "Ark One," Arnold called from the doorway, "we should go."

He dragged me toward the door, but I moved first and grabbed the towel off him. "Eva!" Arnold was livid, every word squeezed between his teeth. I looked him up and down and whistled teasingly. "With equipment like that, how did Serena fall for you?" "Equipment like what?" Arnold laughed and didn't bother to grab the towel. He straightened up and showed me clearly. "Eleven inches, and that's not counting the tip!"

" Urghhh!" Arnold groaned loudly, as he slumped heavily on the red couch in the Alpha's house. His hazel eyes lazily looked around his father's house, trying to see maybe his father, the Alpha, was around. " What's up with you?" A man looking agile and handsome, walked in to where Arnold was. He appeared a little bit young, but he was already in his fifties. The man was none other than Adolf, the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack, and also the father of Arnold.

I also don't know some things that took place but what seems factual is that I had only told Arnold about the Ore-mine, and he didn't deny it when I said he was behind my parent's death. "This is getting more interesting and confusing," Cone muttered. I witnessed a sparkle of depravity and immorality on his face but he quickly switched his emotions. "What you are trying to say now is that, Arnold.." he paused without inputting a title on Arnold's name. "Arnold had endured and waited for a good fifteen years to take revenge on the royal family. Assuming he was the Alpha, Would a true Alpha…even if he isn't tender watch his people maltreated mercilessly? I doubt your theory, Alicia." he shakes

Chapter Sixty-Four. Third Person's POV. Arnold son of Ren, father of Dorothy, was an experienced tribe warrior from the southern side of the continent. He was a proud warrior of their tribe, a tribe who values ​​their strength more than anything. Arnold who was in the state of adrenaline, lifted his empty hand and brushed his head. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" After laughing for a minute, Arnold finally stopped laughing. He raised his right hand and slightly wiped the tears that formed in his eyes.

Clark sneered, his veins pulsing in his neck. “You deserve to die the exact way your mother did!” Arnold hurled, his voice devoid of emotions, “painful and slow,” he added, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes burned with fierce intensity of disdain as it scanned the dark and eerie silent forest, for the monster he was determined to slaughter. “Come out boy!” He bellowed, “you're just a left over, show yourself and we'll finish you off like we did your family,” roared Arnold coldly, his deep voice bare of empathy.