Attack Titan Physique Novels & Stories

I don’t like that. Chase strides across the sand back toward the shore line. From here, I can secretly see why all the girls were so excited to swim with him, and why they were all blushing and whispering with each other at the sight of their shirtless Alpha. He is elegantly built, with those broad shoulders and toned torso. Of course, I don’t mention that to him. Instead I watch him walk a few steps back into the water, which almost seems a darker green colour than it was around the other side of the coast where the girls still swim happily.

His racing heartbeat told me that he was more than just a little furious right now. “And you are?” Aiden asked, clearly challenging Dante. The man was dumb enough to be speaking to him in such a tone let alone challenging him. Dante was literally three times the man’s size, and needless to say, he didn’t even know that he was a wolf, and even in human form, Dante could easily crush the man’s head in seconds. “The fuck date that knocked her up” Dante said, catching Aiden of guard. Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, and putting a hand on her stomach, she looked between the two of us “Dante D’Angelo”

I was not immune to this. He was tall. I had registered that on the arena floor but the arena floor had context and distance and the immediate business of a match to keep the eye moving. Here there was none of that. Six foot three of northern coastal Alpha heir, skin the colour of pale milk, completely dry in the face but still wet everywhere else, water running down from his soaked dark hair in slow deliberate lines. His chest was broad and defined in the way that came from a training system that had clearly prioritised function over aesthetics and achieved both anyway. The abs were the kind you only got from years of specific work, not eight pack in any casual sense but eight pack in the w

Catching the early morning light. He had a towel around his waist. Nothing else. Just—skin. Miles of it. Tanned. Muscular. Perfect. Broad shoulders. Defined chest. The kind of abs that didn't come from a gym but from actual physical labor. Actual fighting. Actual— A water droplet ran down his sternum. Slowly. Following the lines of muscle. Down. Down. Disappearing into the towel. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't look away. Couldn't think about anything except how badly I wanted to trace that path with my tongue.

{~~Avery Sterling~~} Staring at his body, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. His shirtless frame was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and sinew, every inch of his torso defined with a precision that seemed almost impossible. His broad shoulders tapered down into a chiseled chest, the kind that spoke of both power and grace. The way his muscles flexed with even the slightest movement sent a shiver down my spine, as if his body was made to be admired, to be touched.

'Fuck, this is so fucking torture! 'Damn your hands, Drake. Unexplainable!' Unfortunately, Drake pushed her back on the bed. Her mouth parted a bit. "Oh, damn!" she hissed. She propped her elbow to support her body while watching Drake move. He was unbuckling his belt, slowly and sharply looking at his stray. When the metal belt landed on the floor, Emily swallowed as the alpha started to unbutton his sweatpants. She even blinked her eyes twice; she wasn't dreaming of what she was seeing. His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room.

It was an enchanting sight and Ryu couldn't take his eyes away. It must have been because of all the volleyball training Aito had been doing because he now had a full six-pack. Although they were quite lean, they were still prominent. His eyes wandered from Aito's neck, the two dusky rose-coloured nubs on his chest, the abs, leading down to a thin waist and Ryu wanted to trace every line, every ridge with his fingers and tongue. He wanted to feel everything against his. Aito's body wasn't like how he remembered it at all. It was even better.

I stayed still, raising an eyebrow at her. “And the same goes to you, little vampire. Last I checked, your heart does not heal after being pulled out of your chest” I said, using my force, I punched and pushed my hand inside her chest, grabbing her heart before she could react. The one difference between us was that if I let her go, she would heal, I wouldn’t, not as fast anyway. The bodyguards and Natasha stood by the door, taking in the scene. The men held their guns, and Natasha two knives, ready to attack the woman if she decided to do anything stupid. I squeezed her heart, and wrapping her hand around my wrist, Caterina squeezed it as she closed her eyes in pain.

She had given him the day off because she herself also needed a break from him. As Talia entered the gym, her gaze instinctively locked onto the sculpted back of a gentleman engaged in weightlifting. Although, she couldn’t see his face, a mix of curiosity and intrigue coursed through her as she observed his focused determination. His chiseled frame showcased well-defined muscles, each one working in harmony as he gracefully maneuvered the weights. The sweat glistened on his forehead, testament to the intensity of his workout. Broad shoulders and a toned physique exuded strength and athleticism, capturing Talia's attention. Ruffling her hair in a cute way, she walked up to the gentleman, read

Across the mat stood Rhys. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only dark fight shorts and heavy leather combat wraps around his hands and wrists. The matte-black titan-steel harness sat flush against his massive, scar-lined torso, its pale silver conduits glowing faintly in response to his elevated pulse. Without the formal suit coats or tactical armor hiding his frame, his physical presence was overwhelming—six feet four inches of solid muscle, lethal speed, and terrifying Alpha power. "Again," Rhys rumbled, his deep baritone echoing off the reinforced concrete walls. His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, golden-tinged focus.