Colossal Chest Novels & Stories

The thing that climbed out of the hatch did not breathe. It exhaled a cold draft of stale air that smelled of old peat, tallow candles and bitter sulfur. The creature was seven feet tall. It seemed much larger. It looked like it was carrying the weight of the limestone floor on its hunched iron-reinforced shoulders. The chest cavity was entirely open, a cage of boiler plates held together by coarse copper rivets that had turned green with age. Inside that rusted ribs-frame, there was no heart; there was a massive slow-turning cylinder of black basalt bathed in a pool of thick, violet ink.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

The second Colossal swung its massive, boulder-like fist down in a devastating hammer-blow, aiming to crush Silas into the permafrost. Silas met the blow head-on. He swung the blazing broadsword upward, catching the descending, petrified fist directly on the edge of the light-infused steel. The blade sheared entirely through the monster's wrist. The massive hand hit the ground with the force of a meteor, but Silas was already moving. He vaulted off the severed stump of the beast’s arm, using his impossible Lycan agility to launch himself high into the air, bringing him level with the Colossal’s rotting chest.

He turned, and Lila's breath caught. Goran was not merely large; he was monumental. He stood a head and shoulders taller than her, his body a testament to raw, primal power. His chest was a wall of muscle, dusted with dark hair that trailed down a ridged abdomen to where it disappeared into the waistband of his simple work trousers. His biceps were thicker than her thighs, veins standing out like ropes. His face was brutishly handsome, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, a nose that had been broken and healed crookedly, and eyes the color of flint that fixed on her with immediate, unnerving intensity.

She needed to get a grip if she did not want Colter to think of her as a weirdo. No matter how much she collected herself, the sight that welcomed her was too much: Colter in just a towel. "Jesus Christ!" Vida shrieked and dodged back again. Holy smokes, Vida thought to herself. How will she survive this night? Vida knew from the start that Julie was built just by looking at his physique, but that was pure speculation. But now, it has been confirmed. Colter's body seemed to be carved from marble. Every muscle was defined, clearly indicating that he's physically active in whatever sport he does. In a split second, she also noticed small scars scattered across his chest and arms probably going

Cullen said. Heart then opened her eyes and stood up straight. She looked at Cullen. Cullen looked at her as well. ‘She even stinks. Did she not taken a bath as well?’ Cullen thought as he was so sensitive with smell and cleanliness. ‘Look at her hair, so messy and still covering her eyes with those glasses and some of her hairstrands. So gross. I can’t even understand why she is the top employee with that look but the way she did not bow at me. This is so respectful.’ Cullen thought while looking at Heart from head to toe. But then he suddenly looked at her chest area. ‘But those boobs, are they really big or just a foam?’ Cullen thought while staring at them. Heart felt that and she notice

He knows that the only thing the room make his friends say yes to anything is to offer him foods so he did. “Even if you treat me foods, I won't, my friend!” yelled Celo and this is the first time that he declined a food offer. “Double the number of foods we have had earlier!” said Dizen happily to make his friend even more excited than ever because he also know that he might just want something more... more foods, to be specific. And that settles everything, Celo answered, “Okay, let me wear this fucking life vest and where's the oxygen tank? Give me one! How could I breathe underwater? Let's go!”

"I’m glad you’re not my mate. I can’t stand the thought of being tied to a fat, disgusting cow like you for the rest of my life." After being brutally rejected by the man she loved in front of everyone, plus-size Lillian is betrayed by her own adoptive family and sold to a secret Alpha auction to pay off their debts. Hayes Denzel, the cold, billionaire Alpha of the most powerful pack, isn’t at the auction looking for a sex slave. He just needs a strong woman who can give him an heir before his 35th birthday. While every other Alpha rejects Lillian because of her weight, Hayes picks her without hesitation. Even though he’s known for being ruthless and cruel, Hayes never body shames h

His head gradually tilt upwards. I gasp. His eyes glow. They are red. Deepened red. They're my doom. They're all colour red. Not painful red from my plunged claws into his chest. They're all scary and threatening alpha red!. My agape lips tremble. Am done for. I really am done. No two ways or escape route about it. All pulling effort prove futile. Am stuck. Deeply stuck within his chest. He's got an open chest and a bleeding heart but I remain the scardy cat.

This becomes presently the time of the day whilst younger men had been not able to govern the decrease 1/2 of in their frame. Not be count how tough they attempted to suppress, without a doubt there can be a response! Surely there can be a response! ...But in real fact, the sensation from Trisha's proper hand become now no longer a sizzling rod towering toward the heavens but a gentle patch of grassland. As for the left hand which become looking forward to the contact of a spectacularly white chest -- it discovered a huge bulging mountain instead. This reputedly acquainted sensation of softness and elasticity becomes a much cry from a muscular chest.