Big Man Novelas e Histórias

The hangover of last night's alcohol and the crash of adrenaline rush was creeping up on me. “Yes, actually,” a thin, old man stood up, clearing his throat and adjusting his thick glasses. He held aloft a sheaf of papers like they were the first amendments. “If you checked the stock market this morning you would know this isn't just about the cyber attack, This is about our investment in this company. An investment that has gone down the drain!’' he exclaimed, shaking the papers.

The big brute is 6'4m he doesn't always seem to say much, but he follows instructions to the point. Reaper can be forceful sometimes_ well, all the time_ that is why I keep him with me, he works for me and I pay him generously because he knows how to do his job without leaving a trace behind. I leave my office and walk into the club as it booms, this is just a facade, my real dirty business is behind the dark curtains, where I sell my illegal products, that is what has made me a billionaire, that is what consists of being an Italian mafia and supporting the Silicy in Colorado.

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

"I’m sorry about that." "Who’s he? Has he been in that car all along?" Anderson asked, still visibly shaken, his face registering pure shock as his gaze darted between me and Biggy. I wasn’t sure why Anderson seemed so stunned, but judging by the way he stared at Biggy, he had clearly noticed what I had—the man wasn’t just a giant, he was strikingly handsome. "He's my chauffeur; he just started his job today." I replied, giving Biggy a sign to introduce himself, which he hurriedly complied with.

Kristian said, not knowing if he was lying to his mother or not. Big C pushed his mother and aunts into the closest room closing the door. He ripped his shirt off exposing nothing but pure muscles. He was a big man with not an ounce of fat, he was all muscle. People thought he was a gym rat, but he never stepped foot in a gym. No one could explain how he got a body like The Rock, when he doesn't even have a membership to any gym. He would joke and just tell women he was South Carolina country strong, he said he didn't cow tip he would tackle them to the ground. The women would laugh, but he wasn't lying, he would always help his granddaddy on their farm when h

He was a thickset bald man with a big gray beard and tattoos sprawling across his face, neck, and bulging bare arms. "We have no beef with you, old woman!" He shouted out to her, clearly amused. "Well, I've sure got beef with you, sonny!" She replied hotly. "My granddaughter is an INNOCENT young woman! And I am old, and I'm not afraid to go to jail, and I'm not afraid to die. Look me dead in the eye, young man, and tell me I'm lyin'! Now get the Hell off my property and don't come back! Go on, get! Shoo! The lot of yee!"

9-meter tall man in a red cloak and supreme gloves descended from the sky! Rather than a man, it would be more accurate to say that he was a zombie. It was none other than the First Warrior of Apocalyptic Legion, Biggy! When the Gene Fighters on the outer wall saw Biggy suddenly appear, they were all stunned and looked at Biggy in confusion. "Roar!" Biggy did not say anything. After letting out a roar, he threw out a punch. This punch carried a terrifying amount of power with it. "Rumble!" In the blink of an eye, countless people died under this punch.

As soon as the third loud noise was heard, they both charged at each other. --- Meanwhile, the boy who left his house was named Han. That boy was now with an old man beside the person who was tall as the first-floor building in the center of the city. “Mr. Don, so this is your plan that you told me?” Han asked while looking at his eyes but the old man named Don just nodded. “I see, but why is that person big?” Han asked again while pointing at the person who was tall as the first-floor building. “Because that person ate hundreds of people. The more he ate, the more he gets taller and stronger.” Mr. Don answered.

The silence in the basement was different now. It wasn't the frantic, sweaty panic of Lucas; it was the heavy, pressurized silence of a deep-sea trench. My father, Richard Smith, stood in the light of the service elevator, his silhouette looking like a monolith of old power.

"And... one week from now will be Young Master Leo's fifth birthday. The celebration will be held on a grand scale in the main hall of Aethel Corp, coinciding with the launch of the company's new product line." The moment Charlie heard those words, the hand resting on the desk clenched tightly into a fist. The confidence he had only recently begun to rebuild crumbled in an instant as he compared himself to William—a successful, powerful man whose name was respected throughout Europe. Charlie knew the truth all too well. He was no longer the influential man he had once been. Now, he was merely the owner of a small logistics company that had only just begun its climb from the shadows.