Of Arms And The Man I Sing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next performer is back with his charming voice and beautiful songs. Please, welcome back S.D" I didn't bother to look at the person who walked up to the stage and just waited for him to sing. A slow melody started to play and i recognized the song. It's "when i was your man" by Bruno Mars. And soon after, a soft voice started to sing the song and i couldn't help but close my eyes as the beautiful song carried on.

Our lips pressed and still, she sang to me, touching my cheeks, ears. "Desperado, Why don't your come to your senses Been out riding fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one... I know that you have your reasons" Then a kiss, a vibrato in a prolonged note. I could feel her smile, her face passionate with each note, line, and verse. With only one arm, I held onto her for dear life. My heart pounding, unable to speak, mind just overwhelmed. How could she be mine? How was it possible?

He rocks me with him, his arms now across my waist. “Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover,” he sings along. “Please, leave me alone.” He gripped me harder. “No. Not until we talk.” “Then let’s talk,” I said. My jaw hurt from clenching my teeth too hard. He paused the music and advances to the bed. “Sit, please,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide and his arms are loose at the sides. Only a psycho would act so cruel one moment, then be packed with poise the next.

He reached out his arm and twisted the man’s arm in an easy, fluid movement. “Ahh!” the man screamed. I saw his arm break, and I heard it. That terrible, unfortunate sound. Like dry wood snapping. “Dante!” I shouted. “Stop! Please!” He looked at me. His eyes softened just a fraction. He inhaled deeply and released the man’s arm. The man fell to the ground, holding his elbow and groaning. “You… you freak!” he growled. I took a few steps toward Dante. “Please… don’t kill anyone. Just… don’t show too much. They’re human, remember?”

I screamed, doing my best to break free from the chains, but I was only hurting myself, and the wound in my stomach ached more with each struggle. The bearded man approached me, his eyes scanning my body while he licked his lower lip. "Rosita knows how to get the best body for the show," he said, continuing to ogle me. "What show are you talking about?" I asked, disbelief flooding my mind. "It's a strip show. My clients are going to love you; I can feel it. You're a foreigner, and they love foreigners with good bodies. Your breasts are full and round, and you have an hourglass figure. I'm going to make a lot of money today," he said excitedly.

He crossed his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back with pleasure. I cursed myself internally. *My love has concrete feet* *My love's an iron ball* *Wrapped around your ankles* *Over the waterfall* *I'm so heavy* *Heavy, heavy in your arms* *I'm so heavy* *Heavy, heavy in your arms* Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips were shaping with the notes. But most of all, I was caught by her hands. It was as if her fingers were keeping an invisible rhythm. She was flowing with the song. Without forcing, without struggling. Natural, instinctive. A body moving with her voice...

Whitney’s POV The man’s cold hand wrapped around my arm; it sent shivers down my spine. Casio just stood there, and so did Andy. What was going on? I wish I could just get out of this mess. I wish I were in his arms right now instead of being forced to fuck knows where. The cold of the night gave me goosebumps; it was freezing. The man was wearing a nice, thick, warm jacket, and here I was, naked arms like I was invincible to the cold.

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did.

Yvette flinched at Harold's harsh tone, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. I clenched my fists tightly. "I bought those things for Yvette. If you have a problem, come at me!" Jacob stirred at the sound, his grogginess still evident. He lifted his head and wrapped his arms around Harold's neck. "Daddy, are we there yet?" Harold glanced at me, panic flashing in his eyes. I sneered. "Oh, I see. So you won't let your own daughter call you 'Daddy' because you've already gone and picked up a new son outside?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not here to get back together! I just thought you might be feeling down, so I came to comfort you. After all, everyone knows that you're with some guy who spends all day hiding in caves. I was afraid you'd turn into a cavewoman too!" I stepped forward and slapped him across the face. I couldn't fathom how the young man from back then had become so disgusting. Shane didn't hold back either. He lifted his leg and kicked Anthony right in the thigh. Anthony hadn't exercised in years. He couldn't take the blow and dropped to his knees with a thud.