Colossal Chest Novels & Stories

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.

His upper body revealed his chest and broad shoulders. It was firm and hard. Perfect. His abs and biceps were molded into something sinful, as if sculptured by the Moon Goddess herself. His waist narrowed into a V-line, thin and sexy. A dark tattoo of a creature that looked like a dragon occupied half his right chest, almost running down to his muscles, giving him a dark and mysterious vibe. I lowered my gaze and, behold, I could see his bulge, which strained against the fabric. It was huge and massive.

Muhammad and Susan exchanged a nervous glance, then followed, hesitant steps down the confined passage. At the end of the corridor, a vast, doorless room loomed before them. A crimson glow, like boiling blood, pulsed outward, the air grew scorching, and sweat dripped freely from their foreheads. They stepped inside... the ceiling vanished, revealing the night sky screaming with stars. The polished black stone walls reflected the firelight like infernal mirrors. In the center of the room yawned a vast pit where the endless flames raged, producing thick smoke that clawed into their lungs. From within the pit rose a **legendary**—its height reaching the heavens, soaring over eleven feet. Its bo

When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal. _______________ Under the gaze of my magnificent father and this noble court, I would like to ask your hand in marriage. I promise you, Celine Coleman. Accepted? ______________ I promise you, Prince Cameron Crowther-his voice comes out strangely high and muffled, contrasting with his hard appearance. - Accepted. - With a triumphant smile, Celine returns to her seat and Cameron does the same. His smile, though, is as hard as armor, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. Out of nowhere, I feel a hand against my arm, and fingernails begin to scratch my skin. I struggle to hold back the urge to jump out of my chair. She doesn't

Then as I slowly open my eyes, "Oh my god." I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore from his body. But that is not all that captivates me.

Shellshocked at the assault of all the skin and sexiness right there for me to see. Hot, muscular and sculpted, sallow skin, carved chest, and that inky black vein on his neck travels down across his left pectoral and spreads to an almost upside-down tree of life, like a tattoo of a lightning flash spreading over the sky. It's kind of hot. Crazy, sexy hot.

Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals. Pietro walked to the hybrids, there’s something wrong on how he smiled, it’s sending chills down my spine. I brushed Whitney’s fur, I can hear her low growls. He went to the right... TL of hybrids and looked at me, and he opened his arms wide, with a sinister smile he spoke “Welcome , Samuel. We’re the Colossal. Half human half immortal." He places his hands on his waist , that sinister smile never leaves his lips. He continued," Whitney is also a colossal, you being her parent”

The chest's presence is a bright, uncontained force, a wild, living energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Gabriel and Lucas rush to her side, their urgency a sharp, vivid energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. Amelia's fingers tremble with anticipation as she carefully opens the chest, her movements a bright, uncontained force that fills the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Their voices are a fierce, living energy, a wild, uncontained presence that fills the air with the thrill of the unknown.

"Can you show me without touching my chest?" He said nothing, but pointed at her chest above her heart. When she lifted her hand to pull the dress down herself, she noticed him avert his gaze with reddened cheeks on his face. Catherine giggled a little before looking down at the 'mark' on her chest. It was bright red, matching Gunther's eyes, and looked similar to a traditional Chinese Dragon. Its form curled up on the top of her left breast as though it were asleep. What made it even more beautiful was the glowing white that seemed to emanate when his hand drew nearer the intricate design.

Crispin asks as strips off his shirt. I wasn’t sure where to look but my head wouldn’t turn. As much as I didn’t want to ogle his hard chest that was so beautiful. His skin was a beautiful caramel brown color and his 6-packed abbs were tight as he moved. Though the part I really loved was his chest. They were big for a guy his size and the way they moved as he flexed his arms was mesmerizing. I always loved a guy with a big chest as it proved he was strong enough to handle me. I did not except him to be hiding such a wonderful sight under his shirt.