No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

He stated as if it were obvious. “My pup is doing fine, you can leave now.” I made a move to turn my back to him, hoping that he would go away, but he grabbed me by my arm, stopping me. His hold on my arm was tight, cutting off the circulation from it. I tried to get him to let go, but he held on tighter. “Don't you dare turn your back on me.” I hissed as he tightened his hold, if that was even possible.

Nothing held at arm's length waiting to be decided. Just this. Just here. Just done.

ʜᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ

Yana's heart itched with the warm scene in front of her, she rub her hand together, "Give aunt a hug?" "Baby, will you?" Kim lowered her head to ask for her son's advice. Justin shook his head and solemnly expressed his unwillingness. Yana put on a pitiful and disappointed expression. When she saw that Kim held her baby so easily, she suddenly remembered her words in the challenge arena yesterday. "When you have a baby and want to hold the baby every day, you can also practice how to strengthen an arm." At that time, Yana almost choked on the Pearl in the milk tea. What? How can a beautiful girl describe herself like this? But when she saw such a cute and lovely baby today, she immediately e

The door of the cage flung open and a man, of average height with broad shoulders walked up to me and grabbed my arm. Sometimes I wonder how fragile I am cause in their arms I feel weightless. I held Luna with my other hand trying to stay strong as he led me out of the cage.

A thing held in the arms of their god. My face, my neck, my entire body burned with a humiliation so profound it was almost a physical pain. My legs were gone, two useless, dangling weights, leaving me with no choice but to be plastered against him. His arm wasn't just supportive; it was a bar of iron, possessive, claiming. I was hanging by a thread, my cheek pressed against the cold leather of his tunic, my entire world reduced to the scent of pine and his sheer, immovable strength.

, I could not push up, not even once. I went down, my arms couldn't lift up. If my arms could talk, I believe he would fold his arms(you saw what I did there, didn't ya?) and say, "Ain't lifting any weight, man. I'm just two-skin-binding-slender sticks!".

Uri waved his hand to struggle, but the man soon guessed his intentions. He reached out his other hand to grab Uri's hand, then pushed Uri's body against the stone wall behind him. His legs did not forget to weigh down on Uri's legs. This one hit made Uri's whole body seem to be drained of all strength. Hands and feet are as soft as vermicelli. The one-armed man simultaneously grabbed Uri's arms and lifted them. Uri was powerless, unable to move, could only purse his lips, close his eyes, and prepare to accept the coming pain.

After a few rounds, the skin on my wrists was red and burning. “Let’s try something else. How to escape a sleeper hold,” Bryan said. My blank expression urged him on. “If someone has his arm around your neck from behind, it can make you pass out in just a few seconds.” “Scary,” I said, imagining it. “Yeah, it is. I’ll show you first. Then you’ll try it. Come up and put your arm around my neck.” “Um, I don’t think my arm will reach. You’re tall. I’m short.”

The broken chair leg I held falls and I quickly held the person's arm that was now choking me. Using it I hold myself up and push my legs out to touch the counter. As soon as my feet had touched it I used it to push away with force, the result made whoever held me to be thrown into the opposite wall. We both fell with a loud thump and I successfully got out of the hold.