Garou Body Novels & Stories

Doesn't look like a country boy, he looks like he was carved personally by Zeus himself, thick firm muscled body and the sun or light doesn't seem to help save my sight. It gathers around him like a halo!! Strangely I could hear the echoing of angels humming and singing as I tried not to drool over him.... Golden hair, short on the sides and tousled on top glistening just like his skin, seems he just finished working out because his sweat beads seems like liquid Gold. My eyes run down his body. His chest is muscular with steppingstones for abs. I think I count eight, and then do a recount. Yup, this guy has a damn eight pack!

he replied, still recovering from his shock. He is right though, I don’t look my age at all. I have the body of a woman. With big and ripe boobs and soft, luscious back side I looked like a vixen if I dressed up. However I usually tried to hide myself under baggy clothes because I didn’t want anyone to assume I am using my body to get anything. “Good to hear that but unfortunately I am,” I laughed lightly. “I am Garret by the way, Garret Adler,” he introduced himself and extended his hand.

**GAMMA SITE - RANGER STATION** Devastation. The station’s reinforced door hung off its hinges, twisted metal screaming silent agony. The specialized van Harlan had procured lay on its side, tires shredded, armored panels cratered by heavy-caliber impacts. Smoke, thick and chemical, curled from shattered electronics within. Rain lashed the scene, turning churned earth into bloody mud. Bodies. Three of Harlan’s trusted perimeter guards lay crumpled, expressions frozen in surprise or mid-shout. The violence had been swift, overwhelming, professional.

Glass shattered. Edward grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall. “You embarrass me in front of powerful men?” “No” His fist hit my stomach. Air left my lungs instantly. I collapsed to my knees, gasping. Pain burned through my body. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. “You speak when I allow it.” “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” The punch landed on my shoulder. Then another. Then another. My body hit the floor. Hard. My ribs screamed in pain. Tears blurred my vision. Edward kicked me. Once. Twice.

Uncertainty still lingered, but I was willing to embrace the unknown and embark on this journey with Savio. He got up and started dressing up for the day, I couldn't help but feel bashful as I watched him strip out of his shirt. Most of his bruises were gone, thanks to his werewolf gene, and as my eyes roamed over Savio's bare chest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his physique. His body was tall and lean, with broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of the world. Every muscle in his chest was chiseled, rippling beneath his skin with every breath he took. It was clear that he took care of his body, his arms and legs were toned, and his abs were visible

Lifting the little skinny body in his arms. "Oh Gale" Verss's voice was very soft. But... That's just the wild image in Gale's head just now. He had to clear his dirty head immediately. Gale nearly falls again as he rushes to the closet to put the first aid kit back in its place. Verss, who was still sitting on the couch, frowned at the clumsy behavior of his bodyguard, what a strange dude. Verss glanced at his clothes, unconsciously his shirt was opened to the fourth button. The clothes are indeed a bit troublesome, fit body shirts with long sleeves. He actually prefers to just wear t-shirts and jeans, but Edin is the one who hired an outfit stylist for him. And now every day it's like walk

Chapter 8 - Equals Penelope I stared at the beast of a male before me; his dark blond hair was pulled back into a bun, so it rested on the nape of his neck. His skin was darker than the last time I had seen him. A sign that he had been spending a lot of time outside recently. Garren looked almost human in his washed-out denim jeans and a black T-shirt that was clearly one size too small as it hugged his toned chest and muscular arms a little too tightly.

I assumed that she was heading for the school that I and Gar attended - LODGEWOOD HIGH. “Why the long face?” I asked Gar giving him a nudge by the side. Gar was a tall and muscular young man with black hair and the dreamiest captivating blue eyes that always found a way of sparking, that is, if you look close enough to notice it. His figure made him worthy of becoming a male model. Gar was suitable for the job. Too bad he is taking up the position of a CEO in his father’s construction company after college. I would have loved to see him on the front cover of a men’s fashion magazine. He was just too perfect. It was almost like he was made without a single physical flaw.

Steven said softly, staring at the ground. Black smoke gathered into a large ball in front of the gate and slowly enlarged. The large ball finally burst, revealing three monstrous creatures standing behind him: Garret. These creatures were of three different colors: black, red, and purple. They were very large, muscular, and had the body of a human but the head of a lion. Garret smiled; his eyes had gone completely black, and he looked many years younger than he originally was. Half his body was covered in black smoke, and the other half had random tattoos around him that gave off what looked like a black glow.

Garaine smiled, putting her hands on her hips. “Mhm~What a nice smell!” Garaine immediately turned back to find her husband standing at the door. She paused a bit, surprised when she noticed that he was dressed only in cargo pants that she brought from the Turner mansion. The wrapped bandages around his chest couldn’t hide his prominent, firm chest. His flexed elbow flaunted his perfect biceps. Surprisingly, unlike the other mafia members, there wasn’t a single tattoo on his body. Garaine’s breathing hitched when she noticed his body was still wet, showing that he just came out of the shower. He looked so smoking hot with that messy hair and wet body that she subconsciously bit her lower lip