This Is Bob Bob Has No Arms Novels & Stories

Her legs went weak just thinking of it, and her insides were turning to hot molten lava. Slowly, she moved out from under his arm, turning around to stare at Armel. Pale white moonlight lit half his face, casting the other half into shadow. The smile lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes were relaxed. A small smile, a remnant from a dream or what had happened only hours earlier, had the corner of his mouth turned up just slightly.

Has he seen him before? "I'm afraid I did not catch your name," He cleared his throat. From what he can see in the other's bloody chiton and wounded arm, he must've been attacked by a wild beast or anything of that sort. First things first, what's a child like him doing in the middle of the forest at this time of the night? Also, he wears a chiton. Is he somewhat a deity that he had never met before? His face is familiar.

Meanwhile, Bobby looks at my chest with fake, laughing sympathy. "You poor, broken bastard. If your wolf wants to die so badly tonight, my claws will make the kill quick for your soul!" I smile right at his tattooed chin, and faster than a striking viper, my left hand flies out and delivers a massive, open-paw slap straight across Bobby's face. CRACK! The explosive sound echoes like a thunderclap through the stone sanctuary as Bobby—standing tall at a massive 1.9 meters of heavy muscle—is spun a full 180 degrees through the air before his giant body crashes hard against the floor.

I was grateful for it, I really was, but--- Damn waiting for him to grow some fucking balls was getting annoying! And thinking about him, Bob (battery-operated boyfriend) just didn’t do it for me anymore. Buck had a body to absolutely die for, and I wanted to put my hands all over him! He was 6 feet, something terrible – because he was that tall! – and with guns the size of tree trunks! And yeah, I’d seen the bulge in his pants when I caught him staring a couple of times. Yeah, unless he had a wrench in his trousers, the man was hung!

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“What are we gathered to discuss?” Coren asks coolly. “She’s pregnant.” Bob wheezes weakly from the floor. I can’t help but watch as Maria helps Bob up and into a seat. He has a hand firmly clutched to his chest and such a look of pain on his face that I almost feel bad. Bob Woods may have been a warrior wolf, but that was when he was in his prime. Right now, he has grey hair in his head and wrinkles on his face. He’s an old man. And he’s lucky to have survived that punch from an Alpha like Coren.

“This is easy. Don’t underestimate me.” But when she tried to reach one, it only fell. Lukas laughed and reached for the higher branch himself. His arms flexed, showing his muscles. Somehow, she found herself staring at his arms instead of the mango. She quickly looked away, her cheeks red. “You don’t have to be perfect at everything,” she muttered, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m not. I just know what I’m good at,” he replied, smiling. They sat under the tree after collecting fruit. Lukas wiped one with a handkerchief before handing it to her.

His skin was fair crawling with the need to be violent to someone, but getting into a biff with Bubba wouldn't end well for Kevin so he reluctantly shut his eyes and prayed for sleep to find him. Kevin was stuck to his bed. He was still in his cell and bubba was snoring in that horrible high-pitched whistle that caused some people to hold a pillow over their nose until they stopped struggling. Not that he'd spent any time fantasizing about it or anything. The moon rose high into the night from the small barred window that gave the illusion of normalcy and as its silky tendrils danced on his skin Kevin felt an unusual sense of calm overtake him. He blinked as everything began to slow down unt

Everything was gone in the blink of an eye, as if none of it had ever been real. Every sweet moment, every promise, every shared laugh… It all flickered by, too vivid to forget, and too painful to hold. “You act so strong and confident, now you’re crying pathetically?” The familiar voice snapped me back. I instantly looked up, blinking through tears, and there was Rowan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His necktie was hanging loose and sloppy, his sleeves shoved up, revealing that snake tattoo winding over his forearm. His whole posture was casual, almost mocking.