Bodacious Bull Weight Novels & Stories

She yanked the purse open — the screen was still glowing. LIVE: “The Fall of a Queen” — 3,247 viewers. Helena, unconscious in Greg’s arms. Bianca stood across the room, raising a champagne glass like a toast, her red lips curled into a soft, satisfied smile. And Tessy knew— This was never just a scandal. It was a trap. Absolutely. Here is the continued Chapter Ten of The Bully Who Fell First, where the fallout from the gala spirals quickly — and no one walks away untouched.

She understood perfectly. Bull and Sly stepped forward, shedding their robes. Their cocks were already hard, jutting out from their bodies. They were a study in contrasts. Bull’s was thick, blunt, and powerful, a club of a cock. Sly’s was longer, thinner, with that wicked upward curve designed to hit the most sensitive spots. They stood before her, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on hers.

Three little boys barely the age of twelve, all of them clad in roughspun tunics, were locked in a bare-fisted fight against a bull. At three to four meters tall and five to six times longer, the bull was a sturdy beast with legs as stout as granite columns. Its horns reached at least two meters from point to point like a pair of razor-sharp sabers casting off a deadly glint. The bull was a Third-grade Beast Lord. One of the boys leaped so high that he soared more than ten meters in the air. Landing as lightly as a feather on the back of the animal, he raised a fist shining with a bright glow and pummeled the cow on its back.

I'm searching for Steve amidst the chaos, but he's nowhere to be found. "Who are you looking for, baby boy?" says a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I look behind and there he is; Steve, standing right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my heart races with excitement. He was standing just inches away from me. His football jersey hugged his toned body in all the right places, showcasing his perfect build. His sleeveless arms were on full display, revealing biceps that would make any girl or boy weak in the knees. And don't even get me started on his abs; the shirt was sticking to them with all the sweat, making my heart race faster.

I replied "I know. I didn't want to mess anything up. Ebony is the firstborn female and white Wolf in the royal family," Abby said "Yeah, I know. What's your point?" I asked "Ebony is the most powerful White Wolf there has ever been. She holds more power than even King Jacob. The thing is, she doesn't only have good magic. She has black magic as well," Abby said "What," I asked, not knowing what else to say. I was shocked at what she had just told me.

Elena’s pov The Mirror was a liar. It told me I was too much. Too much curve, too much soft flesh, too much of a burden. But the scale in my stepmothers dressing room was the real judge, blinking its red numbers like a warning light whenever I stepped on it. “Twenty pounds, Elena” Beatrice hissed,looming over me like a vulture. “ I’ve spent three weeks starving you, and you still look like a common milkmaid. How am I supposed to present you to Julian Silverton looking like…. this?”

“You oughta be getting this on tape.” Eventually the huge bull, an ugly two-toned yellowish white with splotches of brown, calmed down. Chase secured his hand, nodded to Colby. Once again, Chase didn’t reach the eight-second mark before his ass met the dirt. A less forceful buck off than the last one, but the power when his body impacted into the ground had to rattle his bones and jostle his brain.

He struck me with a blow that sent me flying across the room. I crashed into the wall, the impact sending Shockwave's through my body. But I refused to give up. I dug deep, finding a reservoir of strength that I didn't know I possessed. I launched myself at keal, my body transforming into a werewolf. My muscles bulged, my senses heightened, and my claws extended. I was a force to be reckoned with. Keal sneered, his fangs bared. "You think your little werewolf tricks can take me down?" he taunted.

“No! General..” A massive explosion occurred within the bull general’s base, causing its complete destruction along with the disappearance of the weak demonic forces. The bull general and his right-hand man only realized that their base had been infiltrated by others. The screams from his troops made the bull general furious as he glared at the ten people in front of him. He never expected that while fighting them, someone would dare to infiltrate his base. The pain of hearing the screams of his subordinates made the bull general's blood boil, and he attacked wildly. His right-hand man had also transformed into his true form, a giant with two sharp teeth and four arms on his body. BOOMMMM

An impossibly large wolf of at least 200 pounds if she had to guess. Andrea stayed as still as she could. She had gone crazy. There was no way in hell that a 200-pound gray wolf stood across the table from her in the middle of some guy's kitchen. That was impossible. She sucked in a breath, but her lungs wouldn't fill up.