Hey Arnold Video Games Novels & Stories

He was playing with Alex before he gave up, Arnold kept winning him. “Don’t blame yourself.” Arnold said, as he dropped his gamepad. I sighed. “I shouldn’t? You told me yesterday that it was all my fault before, right?” “I know, I was paranoid. Worried for my brother. You shouldn’t take everything I’d said seriously–” I sighed again. My shoulders dropped as I faced him. “I knew you meant it. I understand. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to watch the match. That way Adrian wouldn’t be distracted and watching me.”

He is in denial. "I don't, I'm actually dribbling." That was obvious sarcasm. He began to gaze at the night sky again and tried to focus himself, it is not his usual preference. He is more into erotic arts that'll crack anyone's mind by disturbing tints and details. He just feels like trying out new things, he's probably tired of his routine. Archer saw how Selah's lips twitched as she turned to walk away, he knows she didn't like his response. A smirk escaped from his lips, seeing her frowning made him chuckle.

Lara shifted her gaze from one to the other. His iron-gray hair was still thick and his eyes were piercingly alive, but his once-powerful body was rotting, his bones so frail it was a marvel they hadn't shattered when he fell. A modern-day Adonis stands by the son's side, towering, muscular, and unstoppable. And they were both so arrogant that they would rather walk barefoot through fire than acknowledge they cared about each other. "I'm not sure why he bothered," she added sarcastically. "From my perspective, he's already there, and you are as well."

Auriele smirked as she forwarded her phone to Alpha Arnold (whose eyes seemed on the verge of popping out after he heard about a video evidence, making it obvious he was also a part of the plan), and asked him to play the recent video shot on her phone. She insisted he play it on full volume so everyone could hear what she was saying in the video. Tbc…

I feel sad for him, he just wants his town back but rogues can’t just settle and become a pack, their wolves have gone feral. I sigh and explain to Brad and he looks as if his world is crashing down. He thanks me for the day and the information and drives me back to the bar. The next morning, I return to Brad’s house and check on him, there are wolves there and fighting. I rush to Brad’s side and fight alongside of him. He is impressed as I battle, I am quite the warrior. I slip off to the side as things are getting progressively worse and call my contact. Just as the fighting is nearing an end the council’s forces arrive and round up the rogues. After questioning Brad, the council decides t

PRESENT Nevada, America Arnold had resumed work at a restaurant named ‘Prime Royal’, it was an expensive restaurant and there Arnold worked as a waiter. How did he get the job? Well, he was able to convince the chefs that he was a great cook, that was after watching series of cook videos on YouTube of chefs preparing international dishes, it all stuck to his head, he went for the audition and got the job. “Hey you” a senior chef called to Arnold “Serve the guests at the east end over there” he instructed

RYKER "You're late again, Arnold" i watched my younger twin drag himself into the house after another late night escapade. It was beginning to get on my nerves. "What're you getting all angry about? At least i didn't bring a woman in with me this time" he leaned on the door, while the Gammas that had dragged him in tried getting him to stand still, so they could attend to his injuries. "You got drunk again, didn't you? Is that why you got into a fi—"

Was it anything like the one I had with Dad? I wondered if they had a good life, unlike us. Dad finally called me back. I cleared my throat before answering. His face popped up on my screen; he looked happy and untroubled. But the moment my video loaded, his expression darkened. "Who's Arnie?" I asked. His brows pulled down and together. "Who's that?" he said. Classic Dad. We're both good at lying, but I could see right through him. I smiled and lay back on my bed.

"Under normal circumstances, if we were to fight to this extent, I would have already admitted defeat. Your strength is truly greater than mine, but this time, it won't do. I'll force my way over to protect Her Ladyship. Brat, you gotta brace yourself. Because I'm going to take this seriously," Arnold the giant warned. The next moment, his colossal body suddenly began to shake gently, and then a series of thunderous sounds came out of his body. He raised his left arm, held his left arm with his right hand as large as a cattail leaf fan, and shouted softly, "Tiger!"

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."