No Arms Can Ever Hold You の小説・ストーリー

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.

I raised my right arm and shocked my elbow against the inside of his. The hand that held my left wrist suddenly let go, and slowly moved to help the one that flew away from my throat. I turned my body to the opposite side and my hand passed loosely on my face, and I ended up holding his arm within reach of my chest, closing them with mine on a cross. The man pulled my hair with his right hand, and even with the pain in my scalp, I positioned my elbow in a perfect isosceles triangle, turning the body with all the strength that came from my toes to the shoulders.

As I haven't made an effort to move away from my father. I feel my dad's grip on my arm begin to wane. "No! Don't!" I cry out. Feeling weaker than ever. I know he's trying to give me a chance to make it out of here alive, but I can't lose him. Using the remaining energy I have, I hold on firmer to his hand. Preventing him from letting go. I close my eyes as I continue to hold his hand. Trying to use every last ounce of energy I have to save him, that I don't even notice the shift in weight. Suddenly I feel someones arms wrap firmly around me.

I said while trying to wiggle out of his arms but he spoke and my movements stopped. “I can’t force you to stay beside me in this condition, but I hope you do. I hope you let me hold you” A hard lump went down my throat. He wanted my free will to be held in his arms and not the usual compulsiveness based on the contract. His words left me conflicted, there was a possibility he was sincere and he really was too weak to hold me in place by force but then, when I remember how he lifted that man with one hand despite the knife stuck in his chest, I have a feeling he can forcibly hold me down but he just wants me to decide.

Only the quiet pressure of being held. He held her the way a man might hold something precious. Not claimed. Not taken. Cradled. His forearm was a solid band across her middle, not restraining but anchoring, fingers splayed over the softness of her stomach, as if he were afraid she might drift away if he loosened his grip.

Every fiber of my being is consumed by an overwhelming sense of unease, a gut feeling that compels me to resist his hold with every ounce of strength I possess. I relentlessly pummel his arm, hoping that the sheer force of my punches will compel him to release his grip. Yet, to my astonishment, he remains unfazed, as if impervious to any form of pain. It's as if his very being is shielded by an impenetrable barrier, rendering my attempts to break free futile. With each strike, I pour all my frustration and desperation into the blows, willing him to feel even a fraction of the agony I'm experiencing. But his arm remains steadfast, as if carved from stone, refusing to yield to the onslaught of

Samoa couldn’t help but tremble as the creature got ever nearer. “Such power,” the young man exclaimed as he lifted his arms to his face. His arms were shaking like they had been tasked with carrying several thousands of kilograms worth of weight. He couldn’t even hold his blade properly, and it constantly slipped out his hand onto the floor. And every time he tried to pick it up, the task was more difficult than the last.

"Damn it! It hurts so much." "My love, sweetheart, you're going to rip my hand off," Bruno said gently, trying not to upset her. "You can rip off my hand and what's between your legs, and you still wouldn't feel what I'm feeling." Bruno turned pale at the thought of actually doing what she had said. Instinctively, he squeezed his legs together. He decided to endure her tight grip on his hand without complaining. That way, she wouldn't decide to squeeze anything else. The doctor instructed her to push with force, and she did so while breathing as they had instructed during the antenatal classes.

“Moreover, he has such great strength in his arms. He grabbed you and lifted your entire body up, but he did not even move an inch when you were struggling violently to free yourself!” “You should remember that the fact that he could grab you and lift you up does not mean that he is very strong, and he would not be considered very strong even if he could grab you without letting you break free. However, the fact that he did not move an inch at all even when you were struggling violently to free yourself proves that he is indeed extremely strong!”

"Hey beautiful, do u need some help getting to your room?" My embarrassment from the dream last night, made my cheeks hot. I just wish he didn't see this. "No....... thanks for the offer Damon, but I think I can manage" Call it my rotten luck, but just after saying that as I stepped forward to move, I stumbled and embraced myself for a nasty face down fall. But I didn't fall, instead I found myself in Damon's arm. He helped me regain my posture and held on to me a little longer, until he was sure that I was standing safely.