Iman Gadzhi Physique Novels & Stories

The girl said and Munawarrah finally raised her head and a coy smile enveloped her face. "Send him in at once!" Sir Abdul-Dayyan wasn't just brilliancy, he was also handsome with his well trimmed beard he stood above six feet. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" She asked with a simple as she stood up showing her beautiful features, her atampa had been sown into a tight fitting gown that didn't fail to display her curves that she had been generously endowed with.

Chez says as soon as the lights in her room went off. Standing tall to his feet and gently stretching out his stouted muscles till he heard a crack. " Now that's better" he continues with a sigh of relief and began slowly walking to the back door. Chez had always been on the good looking side. With his slightly crooked nose, really tall physique of a six'five, daring stormy grey eyes and lean muscular build. Infact if he was ever sent on a mission, it was to either lure ladies or in some extreme cases. Men.

One of the bodyguards gave Zayn a push but was unable to nudge him. It was like Zayn was a pillar pinned to the ground. “Hmm?” The foreign bodyguard creased his brows and scowled. How dare this runt get in their way? He increased his force to shove Zayn’s chest while wearing a malicious smirk. Towering at 6’2” and weighing over 220 pounds, it was a piece of cake for him to push a scrawny man like Zayn.

I de-describe ko jusmiyo iisa-isahin ko na naman ang mga detalye ng mukha at katawan ng lalaking hayuk sa halik. I sighed. "Fine. Mas matangkad sa'yo ng konti. Firm body, he has a fair skin complexion. Not so fixed hair, narrow nose, piercing eyes, and perfect sculpted jaw." Feeling ko na sa harapan ko si Gideon habang nag de-describe ako. Grabe! Napaka linaw ng features ah. "Hanep hulog na hulog ka ah," Wala sa sariling sagot ni Bingo. "Emben-

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.

You have started your job already keep it up man. It made him laugh and the forcefully stood him up from his seat to dance. Spraying him money. While he was dancing, Nasreen clandestinely stole a glance at her new husband. She admired him, He was very handsome no doubt about that, and built very well built. He was tall, 6'8ft, and had a flawless skin tone, he wasn't dark or fair in complexion, he had a creamy wheatish skin tone, the tuxedo he wore fited his broad shoulders. He had this very proud nose that stood out pointed. He had black radiant and acute eyes, and long eyelashes, and slight bearded jaw, and well chiseled and tiny lip. Allah was truly the fashioner.At the moment when he was

Agatha grumbled. She assessed the men as she released her hold on Mark and he fell back onto the chair cushion. A scowl of annoyance consumed his proud, aristocratic face. Of Nordic descent, Mark was the largest of the three friends. He stood six-feet-four-inches with strong, muscular thighs and a big barreled chest. When he wasn’t working at his law practice, he was in the gym lifting weights. He had a comely face with a square jaw. As symmetry goes, his hazel eyes were just a little too close together. Yet they somehow looked perfectly set over his straight nose.

Thank Goddess he came. He was more beautiful than handsome. He was just as tall as the other boys here. But even with his broad shoulders he wasn’t built like them. He didn’t have bulging muscles covering his body making him look big and fearsome like a wolf in human form normally looked. But I could see through his old worn-down t-shirt that he was athletically build. His hair was golden and short but not so short that you couldn’t see his soft curls that fell towards his forehead. He had high cheekbones and a prominent jawline.

He approaches a black panel of buttons and begins to type like a mad man. I can't help but watch his dark green body anxiously as he does. He looks like something out of my nightmares. His alligator-like skin covers his entire body, unlike the Gaimo soldiers who only have it in vulnerable places. His skin also seems impenetrable. I would bet it is three inches thick.

I looked up and saw the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. He was tall, about six feet. He had black hair, gorgeous and rumpled and falling just short of his eyebrows. He had a strong jaw, a slight dimple in his chin, and cheekbones to die for. Flawless olive skin and a day or two’s worth of unshaven scruffiness. He had a grey t-shirt with ‘Led Zeppelin’ on the front in faded black letters, like it had been washed a thousand times and given up the fight to stay legible. The shirt was tight over his broad chest, his powerful shoulders, and his bulging biceps. He looked like the kind of guy who had built up muscles by good genes and manual labor rather than sweating it out in a gym.