You're Making Things Up Again Arnold Mga Nobela at Kwento

I rolled my eyes as I spat. “No. If my nose were hit, then it would affect my eyes. My face got hit, too.” He turned his side face. It was indeed red, but it wasn't enough to affect his eyes. In my eighteen years of life, apart from meeting the psycho James, I have never met one like Arthur, who was hell-bent on being embarrassing. But then, the earlier I give in to his demand, the faster I can go to my bed. With that in mind, I sat on the bed, and he smiled.

Thomas orders. "Don't talk to my sister" I threaten him with my finger. “Sorry, girls,” Arnold begins, “I need the money. — Well, you know what — I turned around very annoyed — I also need money because I'm not rich either, I need to get out of here, I need to go home and above all I need to go back to my daily life, but still I'm not selling people to get what I want. I love. And that is just what all of you are doing.

“Alessandro. He came with flowers and the most boring, cheesy pick-up lines I’ve ever heard. ‘Did you fall from heaven?’ ‘You must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all day.’ I wanted to vomit. I really need to flush all that irritation he brought over me away.” Arnold’s expression darkened for a second, but then a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Ice cream might work better,” he suggested calmly. “Or a long bath. Or we could watch something funny…” I eyed him like he had lost his mind. He kept guessing, completely serious. “Or maybe a walk in the garden? Fresh air helps with…” I couldn’t take it anymore. I punched his chest lightly, frustrated but amused. “I need

“I don’t know. It was never explained. He replied shrugging. “Moreover I think they will never find out.” “What if they do? You will be disqualified. All your efforts will go in vain.” “Then I will die a happy man.” He said with a wink. “But…..” Arnold placed a finger on her lips and said, “We can talk about this later. It’s already 9:00. I have to rush to my office. If I don’t speak to the media soon they will hype up everything and destroy us.” “Hmmm……….” “ Would you like to come too?”

He went and sat by her side. “Your food will get cold if you don't eat it now,” he said. Ava smiled. “I believe you already know breakfast hasn't really been my thing.” “But I made this specially,” he pressed on. “I—” Ava cut him off before could finish. “Arnold, do you really think so little of what happened yesterday? Do you?” Arnold cocked his head. “Not at all. That's why I'm trying to make it up to you.”

He smiled sarcastically and then threw his cell phone at Arnold who was caught by Arnold's stutter. "Open it! Your lover is the cause." Arnold, who was confused, immediately opened it quickly, he was very surprised. "Shit, why am I always causing trouble," Arnold thought to himself. "Hey, he's just my fake lover," said Arnold, not accepting it while returning Roy's cell phone. "Still stupid, in the end, you're the one who always causes trouble," said Erwin. "Okay, I'm sorry for this. But why did Jessie do this, she is very different from other women," Arnold said confused.

I rolled my eyes. Arnold was a flirt, he flirts with anything female but has very high taste in women. He hadn't found his mate yet and that was why whenever a foreign offer came into the company from another country, he would go in my stead with the hope of coming across his mates there. He didn't even care if his mate was a human as far as she was relatable. He rolled his eyes, sensing the sarcasm in my tone. "Let's forget about mine now, tiger. You're the newest couple in town, so how are we going to celebrate this?" I asked.

As soon as I’m sure that Malcolm’s guard has left the area, I scramble down and tug the door open again. “Arnold, are you okay?” “I admit, I’ve had better times while on cruises,” Arnold says, laughing before wincing in pain. “I do wish they had never acquired that electronic torture device.” “Is there magic in it?” I ask. Arnold shakes his head. “It’s simply a human technology. Brandon is quite keen on fooling around with those.”

Then a darker laugh. “Dare me,” Arnold replied. “You seem to forget—I can get as many beautiful virgins as I want to be my muse. She is replaceable. Don’t test me.” “She’s your niece, for crying out loud!” Fred exploded. “Do whatever you want with me, but as for Mrs. Ruth—you will never get her.” “Oh really?” Arnold said softly. “Let’s see how that goes. I know everything you’ve been doing behind my back. And trust me—it won’t be nice when the curtain finally falls, you are biting more than you can chew Fred.”

“Blue was his cousin. His blood.” The room fell silent except for the hum of the air conditioner. Arnold leaned back slightly, processing everything. “This is deeper than I thought,” he whispered, a slow smile spreading across his face. “And maybe… this could work in my favor.” He smirked and reached for his shirt again. ~~~~~~~~