Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Me It Was The One Armed Man

“Come with us miss and no one will be hurt.” Heather turned to Amaris “Are these guys serious? Amaris is this some sort of prank? This sounds like something out of a bad action movie.” Amaris was frozen. As the hulking men walked closer she backed up a step. Turning to Amaris, Mr.Clark asks “Do you know these people Amaris?” She shook her head no as she backed up another step. Heather then took a step to the side blocking Amaris. As one of the two men attempted to pass by him, Mr Clark reached out his hand and grabbed hold of the man’s arm in an attempt to restrain him. In a lightning fast move the man twisted his arm and grabbed Mr. Clark’s arm in return and yanked it around and backwards q

hence, if you ain't in, then you can't be forced" Amalia was relieved by her words. "thanks" Amalia smiled at her. "get ready, Ama Darling...it's almost time...hmm...few minutes to go" A man walks in, checking on his wristwatch. He was in control of all the girls... "I am ready" It took Amalia a whole lot to say those words...she is anxious and scared...It's fine, trust me" the girl holds onto Amalia's hands and squeezes them lightly. Even if she never wanted to, she has no choice but trusts her...

Mike said loudly as he rose to his feet. The gunman giggled. " You. You are the mad man that has cost us a lot. " " First, I would love to point out a correction. " He started walking out to the gunman. " I am not a mad man. " " Of course, you are a mad man." " No. I am not insane. I should ask you if you are sane for bringing guns to attack an armless man like me. Do you not gave some Shane left in you?"

Sasha lowered her weapon, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she scanned the area. “Clear,” Alex said, his voice hoarse. Sasha turned toward him, relief flooding her chest. But before she could speak, a shadow moved behind him. “Alex!” she screamed, raising her gun. The man lunged, a knife glinting in his hand. Alex spun just in time, grappling with him in a brutal struggle. Sasha didn’t hesitate—she fired, the shot echoing through the trees as the man crumpled to the ground. Alex staggered back, blood dripping from a shallow cut on his arm.

The first thing I did was fist Gael by the collar, and I wasted time, delivering a well deserved punch to his jaw. I didnt care that he already looked bruised or battered, I just kept on delivering punches to his abs until Armani separated us. “I fucking trusted you…” I sneered,before casting my furious gaze around to all my soldiers “Same goes for the rest of you…” “How could this happen?” Father’s lament filled my ears, as he scanned the sight with displeasure.

It was one of the men. "Let go!" I snapped, flinging his hand off me. "Do you know who I am?... I am Adrian! Adrian De Santos!" I said. But the two men only let out a slight chuckle at my words. Really, did they take me for a joke, or what? I was still standing here discussing with them, and I saw it as a waste of my time. I tried taking out my gun, only to notice that I hadn't taken it with me before leaving.

His expression darkened, and he raised his hand as if to strike me back. Before his hand could connect, a strong arm pulled me away. My head fell against a broad, firm chest, and the man holding me exuded an aura of dominance and safety. I tried to lift my head to see his face, but the alcohol had blurred my vision too much to make out his features. Even so, I could tell he was devastatingly handsome. His deep, smooth voice sent a thrill through me. “How dare you?” he asked the man who had harassed me. The bearded man fell to his knees instantly, his bravado replaced with terror. “I—I didn’t know she was with you,” he stammered, trembling. “Please, spare me!”

When I enrolled, I'd listed my hometown and invented my parents' occupations because I wanted a quiet life. The students who had been scrambling to snatch my things moments earlier now stood pale as ghosts, each one pushing the gift boxes back toward me. "Mallory, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." "I didn't eat any of it. I'm giving it back." My father didn't acknowledge them. He bent down, picked up the trampled scarf, and brushed the dirt away slowly. His voice came out cold enough to freeze the air. "President Weber, my wife has severe joint inflammation in her hands. It took her three full months to knit this scarf."

It was obvious I had stepped into where I wasn’t supposed to. “Speak now,” the other man shouted, his hands bringing a knife close to my hand. The knife looked nothing like I had seen before. It looked old, but it was coated with silver. Before I could process what would happen next, the sharp knife dug through my arm. A loud shout left my mouth. My body struggled to break loose, but then I grew angry. Something felt broken in me. I felt different, felt like I was complete. “She isn’t changing,” I heard the men say, their eyes looking at me suspiciously.

I lost my balance and fell against the metal rack behind me that held our equipment. There was a loud, metallic thud. My right shoulder hit the sharp corner of the solid metal rack. A pair of ice skates with razor-sharp blades slid down toward me, neatly slicing into my right wrist. The searing pain that felt like cracking bones and torn flesh instantly overwhelmed me. My vision blurred as cold sweat soaked my back almost immediately. However, Ian didn't even spare me a glance. He picked Katie up instead, his eyes filled with ruthless malice. "You'd better pray that Katie is alright, Claude. Or else, I'll make you wish you were dead."