Big Men Novels & Stories

Julian smirks, his lips curling back as he muttered something right back to him. I just sat there wondering what was actually going on between this two. Like, what kind of history did they have? Seconds later, another guy walked into our little section. He was huge, totally muscled having the distinct build of someone who definitely doesn't miss the gym. Honestly, now that I was actually looking around, all the guys in this corner looked exactly like that. All dashing, handsome men with expensive haircuts and clothes that probably cost more than my mum's entire life savings.

The dude was a fucking giant. The giant looked around as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his back. I can’t imagine making that trip comfortable for him. There’s a need for legroom, and then there’s what he needs. How is a guy this big born into a Gamma bloodline? Generally speaking, being that big is reserved for Alpha bloodlines.

The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.

"We are honored by your presence." I couldn't help but peek around the edge of the crate. Three massive men sat on equally massive black horses, and even from my hiding spot, I could feel the power radiating from them. They were all incredibly tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that made everyone else look small and weak. The one in the middle had dark hair and the coldest eyes I'd ever seen. The one on the left had lighter brown hair and a scar running down his left cheek. The one on the right had black hair and looked like he could snap a person in half without breaking a sweat.

But my own held the same arrogance I had come into the restaurant with. Big man’s eyes weren’t the only wide ones. Every man, where he stood stared with equal shock and fear in his eyes, some even backing away from where they stood. Compared to them all, I couldn’t help but notice the height difference Cecil had with them. His signature red hair made him stand out as his body structure. Where Big man stood as tall as Felix, Cecil was even bigger and I couldn’t help but wonder what training with him would be like.

Mia I sighed, looking at the two warrior men following me. Bulky while possessing strong and muscular physiques, showcasing their physical strength and endurance. Gifted with broad shoulders, well-developed arms, and powerful legs, indicating their training and combat readiness. Their imposing stature and robust build would instill a sense of fear and respect among their adversaries, but not me.

force. Evil God Marshal, Giant Great God and all of you changed colors. Even the old man created a serious face. The weakest strength Fiction Great God's face was a little pale. "We, want to come over?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man of creation in the direction of Tadhg Walter, Bright Future Devil, Universe Superpower three people in the direction of flying past, Giant Great God saw this and took a deep breath. "We're eight people, what's there to be afraid of. Let's go."

"There are two types of men in our community. We usually call them men and boys. Or sometimes, big boys and little boys. Sam and I are big boys, Aston." I blushed again, thinking about their cocks. "The men tend to be bigger," James went on. "Sometimes older as well, although nobody is much above forty. We have to be very fit, because we do all the hard work. Not that there's really much work to do here -- the community basically runs itself. But the men guard the fortress, keep things running, and go on expeditions into the world outside, to take things that we need. So we have to be strong enough to look after ourselves."

Big Ken, who had just sat down, stood up again and was ready to protect Alex at any moment. Of the three men, the one walking in front was a strong-looking man of about 30 years old. His height and face were both very ordinary, the kind that could not be distinguished easily in a crowd, but his body was very buff and looked like he was a match for Big Ken. He kept a straight face and looked as if everyone owed him money.

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.