The Man With The Golden Arm Novels & Stories

I caught it mid-air, the red smoke feeling like a living thing inside the glass. "Go to the bunker!" Thomas shouted. He pulled two heavy pulse-pistols from his back. "I’ll hold them here. It’s the only way I can make up for the last twenty years." A beam of gold light hit the center of the clearing. A man in heavy gold armor landed in the snow. He didn't have a face; he had a visor made of solid diamond. He carried a spear that was dripping with liquid silver. "Thomas Williams," the gold soldier said. "Your sentence is death. The child belongs to the Great Alpha."

"This time everything will be different, De Santis. I will take away everything that belongs to my daughter." "Haha, poor crazy woman. I will have you locked up in the psychiatric hospital again, and this time I'll make sure it's forever." Gío became worried when he noticed that Rina was taking too long. He headed towards the restroom and as he approached, he heard an argument. He recognized Rina's voice but not the man's. He decided to enter, as it was clear that something was happening. Translation into English: "Hello, Rina. You're still as beautiful as ever," the man smirked sinisterly.

The scarred bald man said. “What kind of grudge do you have against that woman? Why must you kill her?” he asked. “This has nothing to do with you!” The man with the golden mask sneered. With that, the man with the golden mask grabbed the scarred bald man by his neck and lifted him into the air with one hand. In the next second, the man with the golden mask started exerting force with his hand… The scarred bald man desperately struggled, but it was to no avail.

A radiant glow emerged from his skin, enveloping his entire arm in a golden mist. Simultaneously, a flicker of golden flame ignited at the center of his forehead. He started exuding an aura of divinity and solemnity. "Interesting..." The old man narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked on Chase's glowing arm. "What is this? Is it resisting my restraints? No matter what it is, you won't leave here alive today. Submit to me!" the old man sneered. With a shout, he clenched his right hand, his fingers closing into a fist.

The three bodyguards who had beaten him up yesterday now had broken arms and legs. Standing behind him, Cora kissed the top of his head and said, "Honey, you are my man. No one is allowed to hurt you."

A wave of force emanated from him, and the man's arm was jolted out of its socket. "Ugh..." The man grunted, his face registering shock. "So, you had the guts to tell me to beat it because you're a seasoned fighter." Martel observed with a slight squint, addressing an older man behind him, "Alfredo, break his arm and toss him out!" "Roger that!" The elder nodded, stepping forward and addressing Mystical Chubby, "You might want to handle this yourself, or you'll regret it!" With a swift motion and no time for chatter, Mystical Chubby's palm struck out.

The shoes, crafted from high-quality leather, added a touch of tradition to his otherwise modern look. Brandon's face was equally striking, his well-groomed beard and mustache framing a chiseled jawline that added a rugged edge to his polished appearance. He had let his facial hair grow out, a change from his usual clean-shaven look, giving him a more mature, commanding presence. A golden wristwatch was the final touch, completing his ensemble with a hint of luxury.

It takes a moment longer than usual for Ivanov’s instincts to kick in but he quickly clamps his hand over the other persons and swings around. He's already rearing up for a fight but stops when he sees what is possibly the most beautiful man in the world behind him. The man is tall and slim with messy brown hair parted down the middle to expose his high forehead. He's wearing a simple outfit of dark jeans and a white buttoned shirt but he makes it look like it belongs on the runway. A few buttons are undone at the top of his shirt to reveal a stretch of his flawless golden skin, dotted with a few small freckles. His jeans hug every curve of his body from his thick thighs to his small round a

What happened to him and the demon race was known only to him and the demon king's army. "You talk too much. It's time for you to accept your death. Holy Palm!" said the man, attacking with the power of his golden palm. "Come on! Satisfy me. Blood Sword, Swallow God!" shouted the right general, pointing his sword at the man with the golden hand. "I'm coming too! Tiger Claw!" BOOOMMM "Why isn't your emperor fighting me?" asked the demon king, looking at the woman holding the pagoda in front of him.

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.