The Man With The Golden Arm Novels & Stories

" It's the seven. The Vondor army is finished" "Elena that's not true. I am one of the talented elements and yet I am here." The captain said. "That's because you are the captain and a captain must lead with a good example" Elena smiled. A sword slices through the air at ten giant Vondor at once with blood splatters from their bodies violently. A Blondie tall man with golden eyes in gold armors walks amid the vondors towards the captain. His ear has golden earrings and was dressed lavishly in gold. As he walks, giant Vondors lifts Their spike above their head swinging it as they brought it down at him. The Man in Gold laughing mischievously holding his sword in his sheathes. The only scene t

Beckham seemed to have suddenly recalled something as he said, “Right, Mr. Yarde, the old man seemed to have met someone very skilled when he possessed me.” “Oh, how good?” Beckham answered cautiously, “It was at the owner’s place, and someone who practices the art of fist encountered a troublemaker who sought fault with the owner. “It’s a grandmaster who practices like Gilded Guard and Steel Screen. It’s said that he’s no weaker than Steelification Doyen. “The man who practices the art of fist killed the other two men in two punches!”

Teeth had sunk deep on the wrist, blood dripping from the golden glowing skin staring right at me. His fingers were pure black, the rest of his hand and arm golden as if gold highlighter was spread on him. The darkness seemed to have crawled up his fingers over time. His arm was large and strong, veins running up, seen just from the skin. In just one squeeze he could kill me with just his arm. My heart drummed harder, knowing that this could be a trick, another creature wanting to kill my child.

The grovelling man cups his face as he tumbles to the side. “Lift him up,” Don Valentino orders darkly as he removes his jacket, handing it to one of the five men under his command in the room, and he slowly begins to roll the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. Nibbling on my lower lip, I admire the tattoos that decorate his toned forearms, but I quickly look away when Don Valentinos’ gaze collides with mine. When I look back at him, his gaze finds mine again, and he reaches into the pockets of his slacks, extracting a pair of gold-dusted knuckle busters.

I have never been on a ship or yacht before so seeing one up close is really exciting. A man was standing nearby on the side of a big and white yacht with golden paintings on the side and Jason greeted him with a smile and a handshake. "Hello James." He addressed the man. "Hello again Mr. Cartwright. As you've requested, everything is all ready and just waiting for your further instructions. Shall we sail east?" The word 'sail' caught my attention and I looked at Jason immediately but he continued to stare at James with a smile but I can tell he was enjoying my surprised reaction.

“A possible late entry.” The woman shrugged and disappeared behind a red curtain, returning a minute later with a tall, greasy man. His thinning hair was slicked back with too much gel, a cigar dangled from the corner of his mouth, and his striped shirt was open all the way down to his bellybutton, revealing his hairy chest and burgeoning beer gut. He wore several big, heavy golden chains around his neck and every finger, apart from his thumbs, were decorated with bulky gold rings.

"You're nothing but a bully! And I'll never beg a bully like you!" Just as I felt that my arms were about to be ripped off by Zion, I fell to the ground. At almost the same time, I heard the scream coming from Zion - "No! My arm! You... You cut off my arm!" I saw an arm rolling on the ground. It took me a while to realize that it had belonged to Zion. As I was wondering how I managed to cut off Zion's arm, I looked up and saw a tall man with a monstrous black mask covering his face and a long blade knife in his hand.

And I faced the man who had come to destroy us. “What do you want from us?” I demanded, my voice sharp, the tremble betraying the terror I was fighting to swallow. Enzo’s hand found mine in the dark chaos and gently, he pulled me behind him. “Let me talk to him,” he said, straightening his back, his voice suddenly calm, too calm that I almost didn’t understand what was going on with him. Like it was all just a bad conversation over wine and not a man rounded by different armed men.

The man smiled annoyingly, smelling of smoke. "I told you I'm straight. Why are gays latching on to me these days? I get that I work here but it means nothing" Isaac said clearly and made to leave... "5 million euros for a night?" The man offered, and he scoffed before turning. "Even for billions, I won't bend" he said and continued his journey out, but the man crossed him and grabbed his hoodie with both hands, trying to tear it off. "What the... Isaac was cut off when the man was suddenly thrown away from him, and he landed on the table, groaning out.

Kai hissed, eyeing the surrounding people. The doors to the Gallery burst open and four people rushed in. Three women and one man. The man wore a satchel across his shoulder. He's an elderly man with faded warrior tattoos, but the Gold tattoos on his hands that signifies him as a healer were still shining brightly as if he just got them painted.