Itadori Physique Novels & Stories

I chuckle at my words but snowbie just bark, as if telling me she like her new name. "You know, I think we can have a run one day, I'll let you meet Aleck!" I grinned cheekily and before I can say another word, our bedroom door burst open, revealing a very delicious hunky man, I start checking him out, from his perfect tan skin, his perfect eight pack abs! Seriously! who can maintain an eight pack abs?! Toriko,has ten pack! Toriko came from one of the anime I had watch before. I mentally smack myself back to my mate, his broad chest is all sweaty running down to his abs. I felt tongue on my face pulling me back to my trance, simply eye raping my mate, Snowbie get off of me as I look at me ma

Keya P.O.V With a sigh, I close my eyes and brace myself mentally for Ivan's crazy ass.. First off; I notice that the haze I was feeling from Jaspier has dissipated. And I'm getting lower to the ground. His body is morphing into a more human-size height and shape. His skin turns really pale and cold. Not freezing, but like he's been standing out in the autumn air shirtless or something. Short pitch black wavy hair. Shorter on the sides than on top. His body is lean, and nothing but tight muscles. Although he isn't as thick as the others. He's still extremely fit and toned. There are tattoos going up his arms and neck. Hey, Manny has those same ones...

He takes it upon himself to turn it into the perfect figure of elegance— a ballerina. He watches it spiral deeper into despair with warm satisfaction. Aito already has a plan— a roster— for the life of his pet. He already has a list of potential mates that would make the best business partners and raise his family name. His plan is rock solid and already underway, but then…he meets Aronohai Miyamura. One of the only two dominant alphas in Japan. The height of alpha supremacy. The god and idol of every alpha. The only man in the world whose shoes Aito would kneel to kiss.

"You don't understand what we've been through, Indra. Why are you putting us through this?" Vimar is a handsome and muscular man of nearly two meters. His wide jawline is covered in a short-trimmed beard. His hair is full and dark blonde and he usually wears it in a ponytail. His eyes are a bright turquoise hue and Indra thinks they are his best features. Vimar is used to having an effect on people, both with his good looks and his confident attitude. He's an idol who leaves a deep impression in people.

Alicia returned her attention to Daito as she stepped towards them. The thin waves of fog swaying in front of him were being moved away by his muscular frame. He rubbed his hand over his bouncy hair, stroking back the sun-kissed hair, which was drenched with icy water. As he got closer and closer to them, it flapped and fluttered above his ears. A thin stream of water poured down his face and down his defined chest, originating in his hair. The tents behind him were obscured by his broad-shouldered torso. ou are a traitor."

His physique was lean and athletic, with broad shoulders and a confident posture that spoke of his adventurous spirit. Secondly, Aleksandra Ivanovich, The Intellectual brother. He possessed a distinguished and refined appearance. His facial features were sharp, with intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge and wisdom. Complemented by a well-groomed beard and neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair, he exuded an aura of intellectual sophistication. His physique was lean and well-proportioned, reflecting a balance of discipline and elegance.

“If you were to command me to turn on my brothers, I would have no choice but to do so. Even if I were to fail, my last breath would be spent fulfilling your wishes.” “I don’t…I don’t think I want that kind of power over you, Helios.” I told him, running my eyes down the length of his muscular torso, though it wasn’t in the way one might think. He stood well over six feet tall, with shoulders so broad I wondered how he touched anything without crushing it. Arms like tree trunks rippling with bands of muscle protruded on either side of him, with hands the size of catcher’s mitts, capable of crushing skulls and windpipes alike.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

The towel draped around his waist hinted at the chiseled lines of his abdomen, drawing attention to the V-shaped waistline. Broad shoulders and muscular arms added to the overall impression of robustness, creating a captivating image that left an indelible mark on Astrid's mind. Topping Dexter's towering 6'5.3 (Ca. 196.85 cm) frame was a cascade of white hair, a stark crown that stood out against the darker backdrop of his surroundings. The color resembled freshly fallen snow, lending an otherworldly sophistication to his appearance. His pale and snowy complexion, akin to a pristine canvas untouched by the sun's rays, heightened the subtle details of his features. The porcelain-like perfecti