Vegeta Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Arms crossed over his chest. This was an adjustment for him. Time. All of this will take some time.

The blood has dried up already so he just used Hydrogen peroxide and spirit to clean the surface of the injury before he placed the plaster on it. "How is your arm ??", A voice asked, startling him. He turned back and his eyes met with a familiar pair of eyes. "Fine", He said and looked away. There was no need to ask he how she got in, he gave her unrestricted access to his room and she's using the opportunity. She moved closer to him and took a glance at his arm and smiled sadly. She remembered she promised to stay away from him when his arm heals. "I guess this may be the last time I will come here except it's important. I already promised to stay away from you when your arm heals", Veniti

Venya's cheeks flushed due to the discomfort in her palm. "Ho my palm. "

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

Then again, they’re all about to commit a terrible infraction so maybe it comes with the territory. The lock clicks and the handle turns. Terra, with a flourish, pushes the steel door open. Kate feels like doing the Yatta Dance from My Hero Academia. But Terra and Babylee look very composed so she just praises and gives Terra a conservative pat on the back, as does Babylee.

He stood tall, right across from Rein, chest heaving slightly, arms flexing with tension. --

"Ahhh!" Lena cried again, her voice breaking with pain as she instinctively clutched her arm. The scorching tea had already left an angry, blistering line across her delicate skin, a vivid reminder of her carelessness. Carmelita reacted instantly, her movements fluid and precise. She was by Lena's side in a heartbeat, her perfectly manicured fingers grazing Lena’s trembling shoulder. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, but it felt oddly detached, lacking the warmth she often bestowed upon Mia or Sarah.

She turned to me and crossed her arms, planting her feet squarly and popping her hip. She was ready for a fight. I was in no mood...

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.

Brandon had one of Jame’s arms pinned behind his back, and he grasped James’ other wrist, the veins on his knuckles bulging even though his expression remained calm. “Let go of me,” James raised his voice, drawing a bit of looks from passersby. …