Garou Body Novels & Stories

It’s as if it pointed to the direction of paradise. I want to pull my eyes away but it’s impossible. They drink him as if he were their only source of water. I stare at every nook and cranny of his body, noting the tribal tattoo on his chest. That is a new addition. It wasn’t there when we had sex years ago and seeing it makes me curious about its meaning. There was no denying that Gabe was a fine specimen, especially now. Don’t get me wrong, even back then he had a great body and was fit, but now it’s something else. Gone is the boyish body and in its place is the body of a man.

Andreas’s eyes darkened as he stared at her naked body. She was skinny yet so fucking gorgeous. Her skin was milky and scarless. He wanted to taint her. Mark her body with his marks, ruin her, staking his claim over her beautiful and scarless body. His eyes raked over her small yet perfect boobs. Her body was peppered with gooseflesh and her nipples puckered due to cold and not because she was aroused.

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.

Later that night. Garrett has been pacing back and forth inside their room, while Dana's showering by herself inside the bathroom. He's still thinking about what happened at the mango farm few hours ago. He can't get Dana's sexy body out of his mind. He can still clearly remember her creamy neck, her delicate shoulders, her enchanting collarbones, her smooth and plump breasts, and her curvaceous hips... He can admit to himself that he was turned on by Dana's jaw-dropping body, and he doesn't have any idea what to do about it.

replied Stefano after clearing his throat a few times. The attention of the two men in the room focused on a girl in formal attire who had just emerged from behind the door. The white blouse hugging Luna’s upper body was quite tight, revealing just how voluptuous her bust was, as well as the shape of her hips and waist, which resembled a Spanish guitar. Now Christopher Johnson considered it perfectly natural that Matteo Vicenzo might lose his mind over the woman now approaching them. A flawless, perfect girl. Was this the embodiment of Aphrodite in the real world? Chris marvelled inwardly.

It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical vibration that rattled my teeth. Gage stepped into the moonlight. He was a titan of a man, his skin bronzed and mapped with jagged silver scars from a hundred pack challenges. He didn't wear clothes, save for a pair of loose, buckskin trousers that sat dangerously low on his heavy hips. His chest was a broad expanse of corded muscle, thick with dark hair that trailed down into the waistband of his pants. His eyes weren't human-they glowed with a predatory, golden amber that promised ruin.

My brain short-circuited. Naked from the waist up, tall enough to make the world look small, he stood where the beast had been. His body was all hard planes and carved muscle, the kind you only saw on Greek statues or I*******m fitness models who spent twelve hours a day in the gym. His skin gleamed faintly with sweat, catching the glow of the runes. Dark hair, black as ink, fell in damp strands across his forehead. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, cheekbones high and unforgiving. And his eyes—still that electric, searing blue—burned with an intensity that made my stomach flip inside out.

She fell into step beside him instead of behind, and for the first time since she’d arrived, I saw the version of them that must have existed years ago — soldiers, not old almost-lovers, moving with the same instinct toward danger. The gate came into view. A man stood on the other side of it, alone, no car behind him, dressed plainly, older than the photograph on Marcus’s screen but unmistakably built from the same bones. Same jaw. Same eyes, though time had carved something harder into them. Ethan stopped several feet from the gate. Close enough to see. Far enough to run, if it came to that.

His head is clean-shaven, but he has a perfectly trimmed beard and moustache, which gives some dimension to his otherwise cueball head. Carey, however, is the youngest of us at nineteen. He’s 6’2”, with earlobe-length brown hair, strong features, hazel-green eyes, and toned olive skin that has the women in the pack drooling over him. He kind of gives off that surfer dude vibe. He’s the least muscular of us guys, with Roland outdoing everyone, including me. Something about Gammas. Every Gamma I’ve ever met looks like they could go for Gold in a bodybuilding competition.

She offered him something he can't reject, he needs a job and working for someone he loves would be a dream come true but he decided to turn her down, he doesn't want to look so easy. "I'm not interested, you can ask someone" He stood up and wanted to leave but She grabbed his hand. " I will pay you any amount you want, I just need you to be my bodyguard." She declared to him. She knows she was sounding so desperate but, she would do anything to keep him beside her, she wants to know more about him, she wants to know if he was sent by someone to ruin her. Tyler couldn't resist her, he has been job hunting for months and hasn't found one, he also wants to be beside her.