Aidan Gallagher Abs Novels & Stories

So he already has a negative mark in my book. With two minutes to spare, a tall man just slightly shorter than myself and not a boy at all walks through my doorway (without knocking, I might add); a second negative second mark. He greets me, introduces himself as Aiden, and apologies for being late. Explains he could not gain entrance onto the estate. I stare at him, look him up and down quickly, eyebrow raised, and on the inside, I am blushing. I'll admit he catches me off guard, but I'll never show it. He was not what I was expecting. He is wearing a tight white button-up collar t-shirt with a skinny black tie. The t-shirt is sheer and a bit see-through, and I notice he has a tattoo on his

The sky was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn, the sun beginning its slow ascent. She walked through the hallways, making her way to one of the gyms on the first floor, determined to avoid any chance encounters with Dexter or Phoenix. As she approached the gym, the rhythmic sound of fists striking a heavy bag reverberated through the corridor. Inside, Felicity was in the midst of a rigorous workout. Her punches were sharp and precise, each strike causing her arm muscles to flex powerfully. Her defined four-pack abs rippled with each movement, glistening with sweat that dripped down her brown skin. Astrid couldn't help but admire Felicity's dedication; it was no wonder she was

Aiden stood up from his seat and headed upstairs and Marina followed suit. “I thought you and my sister would still want to discuss,” Aiden uttered as he saw Marina following him. He assumed she followed him because of something else. “No, not really. I want to see you,” she replied and he was curious. “What's it about?” He asked her. “Let's discuss in the room,” she responded and they both climbed the stairs leading to their room. Inside the room, Aiden removed his top and his well-defined abs were visible. Marina's eyes traveled there and she traced her eyes from his chest down to his abs almost leading to his little brother below.

Aiden POV Thalia’s body is perfect. I know she has scars and I don’t care. Having my hands on her hips, feeling how they fit in my arms so fucking perfectly, it was amazing. Her breasts, those brown nipples, Goddess, I’m having to use a lot of restraint. Her nipples look like chocolate kisses waiting to be sucked on. Don’t get me started on how perfect her ass looks. I am forcing myself to take baby steps.

A few of the men do gasp. “I know many of you have fantasized about Danika Addison underneath them like this,” Aiden says, his voice smooth, wicked. His hand slides to my hip, holding me firmly in place. And I burn. Holy. Fucking. God.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

For a while she could not get pregnant, it was not her fault, her husband was aging and had a low sperm count but Master Joshua was quick to throw heinous words at her proclaiming she was cursed. He never once looked at both sides because her husband was one of his age mates, practical friends. For a long time, he constantly complimented Rachel's half sisters Kathleen and Cynthia. He always seemed so proud of their beauty. It's as if the beauty standard was blonde hair and blue eyes. She knew, her face was very masculine not adding to the fact that she was 6'2 and as straight as could be. The Gallagher's were known to be giants, something Christian had been taking after recently. All giants

I feel parched, like I haven’t had water in ages and swallowing becomes a big damn problem. Gabriel had nothing on except for a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The damn man was a masterpiece with the body of a Greek god. With his broad shoulders, abs for days, and that damn V that would drive any woman crazy, He had a trail of dark hair that started at his navel and disappeared into his pants. It’s as if it pointed to the direction of paradise.

“Executions are quick.” Rhea snorted from the corner where she leaned against the wall, arms folded. “You two done flirting, or should I come back later?” Lyra ignored that, though a tiny knot tightened between her brows. The last thing she needed was anyone mistaking this for fun. Aiden lay back, the paper crinkling under his shoulders. His T‑shirt rode up enough to expose the clean surgical scar that tracked under his ribs, puckered and pale against tan skin. Around it, the muscle tone was coming back—slowly. Painfully.