Of Arms And The Man I Sing Novels & Stories

“Mon ange…” “Stop talking now… Stop thinking, Armel… You have me here, right where you wanted me… Just take me…” she whispered as his teeth raked the sensitive cord in her neck, as his hand gripped her buttocks more firmly and jerked her tighter against the length of his member. “I’m yours, Armel… All yours…”

The man became impatient as he attacked faster. Anything his dagger cut through was broken into pieces. Yuna's eyes widened in fear, her face pale. Yvan quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her behind himself. At the same time, he started fighting with that man, unarmed. The man's eyes were ice-cold as he glared at Yvan. He swung his dagger quicker to attack him. The sight of that made Yuna break out in a cold sweat. Fetching a flower pot from a corner, she threw it right toward the man without hesitation. The man dodged it, and the pot crashed into pieces.

CIARA The sound of my moan filled Rowan’s room as his fingers and mouth worked me over. It hadn’t even been four minutes since we started; somehow, in that tiny sliver of time, he’d already stripped me completely, every inch of clothing gone like it was nothing. And now his mouth was at my breast, warm and relentless, while his fingers teased the sensitive folds between my legs, coaxing out a wetness I was helpless to hide. This man literally meant fucking business, and all I could do was let my hand tangled in his hair, desperate for something to hold onto when his teeth grazed my nipple.

When I straightened, I risked another look. Roman was on his feet now, weaving through the crowd with purposeful strides. His face was a storm, eyes narrowed, mouth a tight line, annoyance radiating off him like heat. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and triumph twisting in my gut. He reached us just as the song hit its bridge, stopping a foot away. Alex's hands were still on my waist, steadying me from the dance, but Roman's presence cut through the air like a knife.

MAEVE HAWTHORN. We were both screaming lyrics now, the wind tearing through the open windows, the world outside blurring into streaks of green and gold. The next song played and it was ‘The Man’. Enzo took me by surprise by singing the lyrics out loud too, making me laugh when he said ‘if I was a man, I’d be the man.’ “You already are a man, Enzo,” I laughed but he didn’t care and so, I stopped caring too. Blasting the lyrics and dancing in my seat as I laughed and clapped.

I hit the button on my stereo remote, pour a glass of wine, and regain myself. As the music played, I drowned out everything and sang along with Toni "You really don't have to lie...be a feeakin' man! Toni, you tell 'em!” I yelled in-between lines. I had been taken through the motions in that little bit of time, with no real reason. He didn’t belong to me, hell he didn’t even know me. But being in his arms that short time, I had staked claim on him…how stupid!

I tried to get out on his arms but he hug me so tight, I tried to push him but I do not have any strength to do so. When I'm finally calm he loose his grip on me, I just look at him and smiled, those smile is a remembrance of the pain I'm having to today, at this time. I try to walk out in his room without anything in my hand, I might looked like a mess but I don't care anymore. The pain I'm having with is so much to handle, this feeling that I do not want to feel again. I saw a lot of people looking at me, I even saw Aunt Lorreta running towards me but I choose to ignore it, I don't want any of them come near at my life again.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest. Kael. The bond— I reached for it instinctively. Nothing?! Not nothing— But blurred. Distant. Like trying to hear through water. Panic surged. No. No, no, no— “Lyra.” A hand touched my arm. I turned sharply. Elder Sarin. His expression— Careful. Too careful. “Where is he?” I demanded. My voice didn’t sound like mine. Too tight. Too sharp. “Lyra—” “Where is Kael?”

Elias Pov Andrea’s posture broke. The moment my hand touched her hair, the rigid, jerky movements stopped. She melted toward me, her forehead thudding softly against my chest as she leaned in. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. She smelled of stale linens and heavy industrial soap, a scent that didn't belong on a Lawson. "It’s okay," I whispered, my voice sounding thick. "I’m here. I’m not going to let them keep you in this room for long."

“Then don’t. We do this together. Trust me trust us.” Amelia nodded, drawing courage from his presence. The Shadows responded to her renewed focus, forming tighter formations, moving faster, and striking with precision. Every wave of attackers was met with a counter, every lunge neutralized by coordinated defenses. Hours passed in a blur of chaos. The fortress shook under the relentless assault, stones cracking, walls groaning, and the air thick with energy. Amelia and Ryan fought side by side, their movements synchronized, their bond evident in every gesture and glance. Yet despite the intensity of the battle, there were moments fleeting and precious when their hands brushed, their eyes met