The Man With The Golden Arm Novels & Stories

The man was smoking hot, he stepped into the backyard with a smile on his face. I immediately noticed Adrian standing by the door. Holy crap. The man seemed even sexier than before. Was it all the sweat dotting his skin, or had I been groggy from my heartbreak? His right arm was bent at the elbows, palms at the back of his head. His biceps were on display, and his strong arms were my kryptonite.

Oliver coughed in pain, and stared at Arman in pain, “Fuck! Shoot him!” Everyone was shocked, and the five armed men were about to shoot Arman—But Arman's Ten bodyguards showed up and got into a big fight with Oliver’s men in the parking lot. Seeing them fighting in clean black suits was breathtaking, and I saw Arman trying to close his eyes and calm himself. I doubted that he had something on his nails, and it was thick black claws. I said softly, "Arman? Your nails...." Arman said grunting his teeth, “Come with me….”

Sonia's point of view... Maroon is always my favorite color and velvet can enhance its shades further. The golden thread embroidery on the kurta gave it a royal touch which looked amazing and over everything else, this man, though a devil is really so dangerously handsome. A great combination of fair complexion and perfect figure. As if the sculptor had taken special time and effort to make himself into what he is. With a strong muscular and perfect-shaped body to his regularly trained biceps and triceps. A perfect eight-pack abb body which could be observed through his clothes. He could easily make any girl crazy for him.

With a flick of his hand, he sent Ethan flying across the clearing, his body crashing into a tree with a sickening thud. “No!” Sasha screamed, scrambling to her feet. Jaxon was on the man in an instant, his claws aimed for the jugular. But the man moved faster than her eyes could follow, catching Jaxon by the throat and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. “Pathetic,” the man hissed, his grip tightening. Jaxon clawed at his arm, his legs kicking, but the man didn’t budge.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

“Oh, yes. Just wonderful. Well, all except one thing, but it’s only a minor problem, really. Nothing we can’t fix?” The lanky, too-tall man closed the remaining distance between them with slow, languid strides. His arms were still spread open, vibrant gold-trimmed, red sleeves trailing below them in majestic fashion. There was a wide smile on his slender face, an affectionately impish expression. No. Couldn’t be. He wasn’t about to do this…really? She braced herself, hoping it would be over quickly. How did one respond to being embraced by the most powerful man in all the land?

He was completely blinded by his love for Yuri. Suddenly, the guards appeared, almost out of nowhere, like they’d been waiting for this moment. “Take that woman out of my company. From now on, she’s not allowed to set foot here again.” At that moment, I felt my world crashing down around me. Everything was ruined; I lost the only person whom I thought would be there for me forever. I lost everything, and I lost them because of one fucking bitch. “Don’t touch me! I’ll see myself out.” I jerked my arm free when one of the guards reached for me. Then, I snatched up my bag before marching towards Yuri and my father, the pain almost making me dizzy. “You’ll regret this.”

I didn't reach for my claws. I looked at the sleeping woman in my arms. "How much?" I asked. The man opened the briefcase. Inside, there was a single, golden quill. "One more story," the man said. "And the debt is cancelled." "What story?" The man pointed toward the moon. "The one where the Guard falls," the man said. I looked at the silver thread on my chest. It was turning black. "Get out," I whispered. "You can't write your way out of this one, Victor." The man vanished.

Before he could pull it back for another swing, I grabbed his leg, yanking it hard, throwing him completely off balance as he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, the bat slipping from his grip and clattering loudly against the floor. I didn’t waste time. I brought my foot down on his hand, hard enough to make him cry out in pain, the sound of something cracking beneath my weight making it clear he wouldn’t be using that hand again anytime soon. The second man came at me next, his bat raised high, his face set with determination as he swung it toward me with full force, aiming straight for my side. I stepped aside at the last second, letting the bat miss me completely, and as he stumbled

The man created a big hole in the ground. Without waiting, Alaric waved his hand at the other one, and the man grasped his neck, trying to fight off an invisible force. Strong wind started gathering around Alaric, blowing up dust and trees danced harshly to it. Alaric’s eyes were glowing a bright golden light and with a wave of his hand, the men looked in horror as their spears flew up in the air and the pointy head turned to them. With a snap of Alaric’s fingers, the spears charged the two men violently and before they could do anything, they were impaled. Their shocked gaze was on Alaric who was standing like a god-like figure. He waved his hand and one of the spears was pulled out on one