No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

With every passing second my demi god look alike mate weighs heavier. It's Impossible measuring to his body weight with a single left non paralyzed arm. My bones gradually stretches past it's limits. It's strains and extends painfully. More of the strain will definitely shatter my bones and detach my arm from my body. Am left with two choices. Let go off my mate and rescue my arm or sacrifice my arm and never let go of the breath taking demi god. Such tough and Impossible choice's. Both choice's are extremely important and valuable. My arm is an essential region of my body.

Nothing but holding her, loving her, thrusting inside her again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. As she shattered, Harley called his name and heard his answering groan, heard him tell her again and again that he would love her for eternity. She convulsed around him, heightening his pleasure to an unbearable degree, and he finally lost control, gloriously and unashamedly and with a lingering sadness that he had dared not risk making love to her without a condom. “Embrace-moi, Harley,” he whispered as he collapsed against her. “Just hold me.” And she held him. Held him in her arms. In her heart. In her soul. She hugged him tightly to her and stared up at the night sky. The moon

How the hell was that even possible? “This didn’t need to get ugly,” he said, almost tired, before scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing. As soon as the invisible hold faded, I started thrashing, kicking and yelling. “Put me down! Let me go!” I dug my nails into his arms, not caring if I drew blood. But then, just like earlier, I froze again. My body stiffened, paralyzed in his hold, though I could still speak. “Put me down, now!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

Remy could not, for some out-worldly reason be hard for me. My eyes falls on both my arms, where his hands are holding me down against the pole.

Do something! ‘Like what?’ I hiss, keeping my gaze fixed on Armia. ‘This bitch has some sort of magical hold on me.' ‘Then show her that she isn’t the only one with abilities!’ She was right. I couldn’t just sit here while they played Happy Family over King Grendal’s dead body. "That’s too bad." I purr, trying to distract Armia enough to be freed. ‘None of you will be able to be in that child’s life."

Just as everything begins to fade, a strong arm wraps around me, keeping me from collapsing completely. Everything feels distant as I try to hold on, my breath hitching in my throat. I fight to keep my eyes open, but the world around me spins, making it impossible to focus. I know I’m losing the battle with consciousness, but the firm grip on me is the only thing keeping me. As I start to slip, that arm pulls me closer, supporting my weight and stopping me from hitting the ground. Even though everything is hazy, I can sense the concern in the way I’m being held, and it’s the last thing I’m aware of before the darkness takes over.

I hated that I didn't know what was going on. "Now Aurora it's very important for you to keep still," my father said. He walk closer to me and held my right arm so I couldn't move it. I tried to struggle to get out of his grip but it didn't work. Help. "Get your hands of me!" I yelled. It didn't work they kept doing with whatever they were doing. Then I saw Johnathan holding my arm as well with his hand through the bars. I didn't understand why they wanted my right arm to keep still. Then I saw it and it made me shiver from fear.

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

He crashed to the ground and immediately attempted to get up but I kicked him in the face, making him slam back down. I then straddled him in an attempt to make his death creative. For his attack, he drove his arms to bash me away but I caught both of them with both my hands. However, he was suddenly groaning when I hadn’t done anything yet but then I realized I had mistakenly uprooted one of his arms from the shoulder with my grip. How can you unhinge someone’s arm without noticing? The Praised brother growled loudly now while I just sat atop of him, holding his literally free arm— confused of what I'm to do with it.

"In his arms, she found solace and a love that spoke without words." ~~~~~~ As he held her in his arms, lifting her effortlessly off the ground, her toes no longer needed to bear the weight of her body. She felt weightless, as light as a feather, consumed by a desire that pulsed through her veins. The intensity of his touch ignited a fire within her, a fire that yearned for him to penetrate her very core.