Invincible For Men の小説・ストーリー

Innocent, quiet, and weak. In a training field, two men were battling. They wore black tactical military suits and boots with long monkey king sticks. One was an older man while the other was a younger man. The older man was throwing in stick strikes on either side of the younger man while he ducked and defended. It was intense, with both breathing heavily and sweating. It seemed they had been at it for hours.

However, Kun, who had paid the price and swung his fist, felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Invincible in All Directions focused on accomplishing the task in one fell swoop. He concentrated all the strength in his body at one point and then let it out completely. Hence, once it was cast successfully, the opponent would not interrupt the attack. "In that case, you will be able to unleash nearly ten times the power in an instant. Kun boasted that he had reached the point of being unparalleled in the world.

“Now that we are reunited, you won’t have to fight alone anymore. Your battle is my battle, Angel. I will lay the world to your feet. Now you can have everything.” We were reunited? He clearly wasn’t my dad… so, who the hell was he? “Who are you?” I asked, my gaze studying his face as I tried to recognize the man I felt I’ve seen before. He ran the back of his hand down my check. “I am just like you, Angel. I know pain. For I was damaged, abandoned by the Gods. I was hurt. I was sorrow. I made myself become strength, after everything I’ve survived, I know nothing can break me any longer. I am invincible, and you can be the same.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear and drawing o

Why won’t he leave me alone and fucking find someone else? I’m tired. So damn tired. I don’t want him in my life anymore. He’s too much—too confusing, too consuming. One moment he makes me feel like I’m fire itself. The next, he tears me down until I’m ashes. I slammed the glass back on the table, sucking in a shaky breath. On stage, the MC’s voice rang out, firm and full of life. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Blakewood!” My eyes shifted to the man stepping onto the stage, his suit the same from hours ago when we talked, his smile easy as he prepared to give his speech.

I could sense Ivan’s aura glowing from anger. Men like him are predictable. They’re called d*cks for a reason because when it comes to hitting or fighting a woman, they go for the throat, punching their face, kicking their stomachs, or grabbing their hair. My hair was in a low bun and since I was taught to always guard my face and body, he was going to have a hard time getting a good lick off me.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

He wasn’t sure what tonight meant, he just knew Dominic had further texted: “I want to take this further. But only if you’re ready.” And he had replied: “I want to understand what I’ve been missing.” Now here he was. Twenty-two. A virgin. About to enter the penthouse of a billionaire playboy who looked at him like he was the last pure thing on Earth. The door opened. Dominic was shirtless, he just had sweatpants on and at the sight, Elias nearly forgot how to breathe. The man was unfair. All sculpted abs, deep ridges, smooth skin, and a trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband. His feet were bare, his hair messy from a recent shower, and his eyes…

My father's business was almost on par with Leander's, and with such power in my hand, it wouldn't be too hard to crush anyone. However, the things that had happened over the past few days had taught me that life wasn't as easy as I thought it was. Vesper wasn't just a cheating husband. He was someone in business, someone with ambitions and with outstanding business acumen. He was ruthless and greedy. Nick wasn't just a bad friend. He was an actor. A manipulative person who could switch expressions at the drop of a hat. Fighting with them with power... of course, it could work, but would that be fulfilling enough?