Garou Body Novels & Stories

Mason replied. "Mine." Aaron pointed his finger in his direction. Peter looked at Aaron. "What was about his body?" "Did he have a gym body like a movie hero, or was he looks like an ordinary body?" Peter asked his next question, making Mason think in an easy way. "Yes, he's got a great body, six packs for sure!" Mason replied. "His skin color is fair!" Mason revealed another piece of information, remembering Liam's hand color. "How old can he be?"

Amore smiled at Nathan and then look at Goth. “Love this is Goth… He will be your bodyguard from now on.” Nathan said, “What? Why? I…I can…” Amore looked at Nathan, wanting to argue but when she saw Nathan lifting one of his eyebrows, she knew she would lose this battle. “Okay… fine…” Amore started fidgeting with her hands. Then looked at Goth. “Hello, Goth, I'm Amore. Nice to meet you.” Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build.

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

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

I had picked a grey checkered skirt and a basic white long sleeve shirt, completing the outfit with a brown jacket and black boots. I didn't have any time to put on a lot of makeup and left it at that, what I had on already; just mascara and a lip tint, that made my lips look rosy. And so I took my little purse and left my apartment, meeting Enzo, who was impatiently awaiting me. He looked down at me, checking if I obeyed his demand from earlier. Luckily it was “appropriate” enough for him and he nodded at me, not even greeting me before leading me to the underground garage.

God. His body wasn’t the kind carved by vanity or hours in the gym mirror. No. It was something raw, lean, cut, and powerful. Like a beast forged by survival, not aesthetics. Broad shoulders, hard chest, taut abdomen that flexed slightly as he moved. Every inch of him screamed control, danger, dominance. And my knees become useless. I almost stumbled right then and there. My brain was trying to keep me upright, but my body remembered too much.

Garrison, whose body was as perfect as a model’s, had wheat-colored fair skin with a texture as delicate as silk… His muscles were well-built but not too bulky, with a faint outline of eight packs on his abdomen… Sotiria, who was initially both panicked and embarrassed, inadvertently glanced at him. Then, her face felt as if it had been lit with flames. She hurriedly turned her gaze away. Objectively speaking, Garrison really was perfect. His handsomeness may not be enough to send someone into a trance, like Zachary’s, but he was definitely a one-in-a-million handsome stud. If Zachary’s handsomeness was a perfect ten, Garrison’s was at least 9.99.