Iman Gadzhi Physique Novels & Stories

There, in the middle, slumped in the chair, bound with chains, his head hanging back, is Zade. His body is pure muscle, every ridge and every groove of his abs is carved deep. Chiselled to perfection, but he is far from perfect. I’m not sure if he’s even awake as he remains unmoving and only when the door is unlocked, and I’m allowed in, do I realise he’s awake.

She thought Mr or Master Nathan was an old man with a protruding stomach and bald head. She won't know why she thought like that but she did think that. But this man that was standing in front of her was the epitome of perfection. He is tall almost 6’3 and broad. His well-defined body was very nicely showing through the body fitted button-down shirt he wore. He was fair in complexion and his eyes were a dark shade of brown. He is a handsome man and it was no doubt.

I doubt many dared to even ask him for it. He was intimidating, to say the least. That’s even an understatement… a big understatement. He was six feet tall, dark complexion, and had large muscles that cascaded throughout his entire form. The man never left the gym, I swear. He had black hair that was always kept short and a little messy, with dark blue eyes like the depths of the ocean. His facial hair was always kept neat and tidy, as if one hair out of place would ruin him. And maybe it would…

Resigning myself to my fate, I lean over and open the door. "I'm here, I'm here," I whisper. I already know it's Gabe coming to grab me for work. He stands a good foot above my five feet three inches. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes but his signature crooked smile gets him all the admirers. Gabe whistles as I turn from him and grab my backpack. "Morning, Ady. You know I love you but honesty is the best policy. I have to tell you you look like shit," he chuckles as he looks down at my hair.

“Oh, thank the Goddess you didn’t try to go out the window. I would have had my butt handed to me for letting you escape or get hurt.” He got up and walked over to me. I had to look up to see his face. He had to be around 6 foot 4 inches. What was up with all these men and their impossible height? Upon his head sat a well-groomed head of dark brown hair. His eyes were very kind looking with their grey-blue color. His nose looked like it had been broken and reset a few times, and his mouth was rather thin. Unlike my mate, gah! I mean Aziel. He was muscular but not thick. He appeared to have a body like an Olympic swimmer.

Blair and I watched him roam around the apartment and once he was out of sight, she whispered to me, "Is it just me or does your bodyguard look very… hot? I let out a scandalized gasp and rolled my eyes, but I could not deny that she was right. A warmth crept up my cheeks as Blair's observation hit me. Hot? Perhaps "intimidatingly handsome" would be a more accurate description. Gage wasn't your typical Hollywood heartthrob with tousled hair and a dazzling smile. He was built like a brick wall, his broad shoulders filling out the security uniform with ease. His buzz cut revealed a strong jawline, a hint of stubble adding a touch of ruggedness. The startling blue eyes, the ones that had initia

~Rhea Ten minutes later, the door to the private room opened again. The man Jade sent in was massive, exactly what I had asked for. He had to duck slightly to clear the doorway. Easily 6’5” or taller, with broad, powerful shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle, a wide chest, and dark skin that gleamed under the red neon lights. His head was shaved clean, jaw strong, and his presence filled the entire room. He looked like he could bench press a car or snap someone in half without breaking a sweat.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to do something for Subham and his father. "How did this happen?" Govind asked me. Govind was the oldest guy in our group. He was ten years older than me and was going through the same problem as me - Lack of Women. I didn't know why but his hair had already started becoming white. He had brown skin, a moustache, brown eyes and a well-toned body. He worked as a daily wage worker which explained his toned muscles. A distinct feature in him was his deep voice. He had a height of over five feet and six inches. He wore a white sleeveless banyan like something and old looking gray pants.

“Without wasting much time, let me introduce you to our fighters!” As if on cue, the spotlight traveled to one end of the arena and illuminated the figure of a burly man with the physique of a Greek god. This man was about seven inches tall - the size of a giant - with arms that were as large as a an actual human! His legs were like pillars, adhering him firmly to the ground below. The power contained in them was enough to destroy a wall! Unlike his remarkable physique features, this man’s facial features were barely average. If one had to pick out something that stood out about his face, it was his abnormally long beard that extended to his chest.