Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Slapping his chest playfully. "Your point is?" Looming down at me smiling. He grabs my wet shirt and pulls it off. I slip out of my shorts. Exposing myself to him. He pulls me in close to him. Grabs the luffa and soaps it up then starts to rub my body down with the luffa starting at my shoulders then caressing my breast. He slowly moves the luffa down then slams it in my face. Giggling,"Rylin".

“The sprites. They’re ingenious when it comes to babies. Okay, you get LJ and I’ll show you how to wrap him.” We go through the motions again, and I show Levi how to wrap him against his body using a criss-cross method to support LJ and use his shoulders to spread the weight more evenly across his body. “How does that feel?” I ask when I tie it off. “Surprisingly comfortable,” he says. “See, the sprites are amazing!” I reach out to grab the bag, but Levi takes it first, giving me an arched brow as he puts it over his shoulder. “You’re not alone anymore, Hope,” he growls softly.

* "Not yet. They need to see we can win without it." "Without what?" Cross spat, wiping blood from his split lip. I didn't answer. Instead, I launched myself at him, driving my shoulder into his midsection. We went down hard, rolling across the packed earth as we grappled for position. His claws raked across my ribs, tearing through fabric and flesh. I hissed, feeling Lily's spike of anxiety through our bond. *She's worried,* Lucas growled. *Make this end.* Cross tried to pin me, but I twisted away, bringing my knee up into his solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping.

All eyes were on the star's ascension, watching it unfolded into bursting wings of light. Lars has transformed into a white armored angel with six divine wings hovering behind his back, connected by a golden halo. The armor was his own solidified Scion Force, sparkling in majestic grandeur of white and gold. A sword patterned crown rested on Lars' head, having the same royal pattern as his brilliantly burning Celestial Calibur.

Arisa placed her hands on my arm. "I told you! Mark is strong!" Liz exclaimed proudly. "He was still knocked out for half the day!!" Half of the day? Dang. Even though I have been lying down for so long I feel so sleepy. I felt Arisa slightly tighten her grip on my arm. Forcing some energy into my other arm, I managed to cover her hands with mine. I heard a small intake of air. I felt the right side of my mouth curve up, it was the closest I could come to a smile at the moment.

I thought I wouldn't be able to handle him, but I did, and my naughty p*ssy welcomed him freely, refusing to let go. My arms were wrapped tightly around his back, clinging to him. My legs were hiked up high, knees folded and spread wide open. His hands were braced on either side of me. A gleam of sweat coated his chest, and I could see his large muscles flexing with every move.

Hunter frowns for a few seconds, then smirks, “But the dress code says 1920s tuxedos. We don’t want to disappoint your future Luna, do we?” I smile at him, prepare a fighting stance, then I pounce on him. I wrap my arm around his neck tightly in a vice-like grip while he struggles to escape my hold, but my grip is too firm. I ruffle his hair with my knuckles, messing up his tuxedo. In no time, he taps my arm in submission.

She sat next to him, pulled his hands out despite his resistance, and folded his sleeves up at a fast pace. “Look!” She called out, pushing his arm to my face. It was tightly wrapped with white linen, definitely Lira's works, but I could see blood stains sipping through it. I stared at his arms, and then at Lira who was already sniffling, she was so fond of getting emotion over the slightest issue, although this wasn't actually a slight one. “Who did this to you?” I asked, genuinely curious about that fact. Joash pulled his lips open to speak, but Nyra was way faster than him.

Lōz shrieked. The man named Suyi didn't respond. He was closing his eyes and seemed to be in concentration. Among the six of them, Suyi was bigger. He was crossing his arms and so Jucel could see the flexing of muscles in his biceps. His piercing was on his right ear which was opposite to Sean's.

I felt Lucian's arms envelop me, his embrace a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "Hush, my love," his soothing voice reached my ears, his eyes filled with understanding and affection. "They are all happy for us. You should not be crying." His fingers brushed away the tears that trickled down my cheeks, his touch gentle and reassuring. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he wiped away the evidence of my emotional response. With a tender kiss pressed to my forehead, he held me close, his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand resting over the small curve of my stomach.