Macho Man From Despicable Me の小説・ストーリー

The very large man let out a terrible pained growl and it tugged at her insides a little bit. Mj didn't waste any time, she hopped onto the counter, grabbed two of her chef's knives and jumped to an adjacent counter to bring some distance between her and the no doubt very angry Dante still groaning on the floor. Mj turned and looked at Sam, Ace, and Ed who had a mix of looks ranging from amusement to complete shock. Her attention snapped back to Dante as he let out a ferocious roar and leapt to his feet, Mj could hear the bones cracking and stretching within him, his clothes and skin falling away in shreds. As soon as the transformation was done a huge beast of over 10 feet looked directl

Machine crouched down in front of the man. The scent of urine took up the tiny room in the basement of RSS. “ah dude, he just pissed himself.” Machine said, scrunching up his face. I just chuckled. “You are talking about cutting off appendages, but yet a little piss grosses you out.” my tone sounded amused. “Fuck you, Ghost.” He chided back as he stood up to walk around the chair. “I think we will start with this little guy,” Machine said sweetly, pulling on the guy’s ear.

That nose was the snout of a canine. He was a Werewolf, but not like Lon Chaney or Michael Jackson from "Thriller." This man was utterly deformed. Monica inhaled sharply. The man glanced up at her but hadn't yet seen me. "Did you think we would not find you?" His accent was so heavy that I had a hard time understanding him. "That's exactly what I thought." Paul crossed his arms over his chest. "Who else is here?" "Many," the man said. I could hear the inherent threat, even with the accent.

The ape-like man also stumbled backward. “Huh…” Looking at James who staggered backward, he asked in shock, “Not bad. Your power is much greater than before.” James’ arm was numb. Looking at the ape-like man, he uttered word by word, “Who are you? Why did you snatch away the token that I so painstakingly sought?” “Listen well, kiddo.” The man looked at James, his tone full of scorn. “My name is Milo Laszlo. My original form is a Demonic Ape.”

“No, I don’t” I started working and the day was going on fine till suddenly a man walked inside. He came directly to me and stood right in front of me. I stared at him. He was tall, with a muscular body, long black hair, beard, and his eyes were silver blue. He wore a white shirt and black old jeans giving him the bad boy look. He looked like that actor Jason Momoa “Yes?” I asked. He crooked a smile and said: “I am here for this”

I hear Valeria say, as I glance back to see her move up onto her knees slowly. “That wasn’t me,” I comment, making her frown in confusion. “How are you doing that?” Manon hisses. “She’s not. I am,” says a deep voice to my right. I look over to see a muscular man with mixed-Asian features standing at 7’4” with muscles that even as a lesbian I can appreciate. He’s wearing a black tank top that dips low at the sides and grey sweatpants, and no shoes. He looks like he just rolled out of bed but in an attractive way. He has bright azure blue hair and piercing crimson eyes. Wait, he’s a sanguidae? With magic? Power is radiating off him like a nuclear bomb just waiting to detonate, and I realise wh

If I brought some wild man home now, he'd definitely throw a fit. The fixer noticed my hesitation and kicked the man. "Get up! Let the principessa see what you're made of!" The man slowly got to his feet. His hands still bound tightly in the cuffs, his tattered black tank top tore, revealing a stunningly powerful physique. But his skin was a canvas of bruises and vicious scars. The fixer quickly slapped the mask back on his face. He pounded the man's hard chest. "Look at this physique. He's the most ruthless, most uncontrollable madman here." The fixer lowered his voice.

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.

I hiccuped as he lowered his giant frame and peered at me. “Young lady, I am not a gentleman at all. I treat men, women, and children equally. If you provoke me, I’ll beat the shit out of you!” I cried, “Why are you doing this? Did Max and Amani send you?” “Who the fuck are Maxi Mani?” The scary man chuckled. “Well, I see you are one of the stubborn ones.” He reached out and stroked my cheek with his rough finger. “Maybe after my boss gets what he wants, he will let us have fun with you.”

She saw a woman with a mechanical arm arm-wrestling a dwarf. "You’re sitting in my spot." Saoirse looked up. Standing over her was a man who looked like he was made of spare parts. He was huge, bald, and wore a leather apron covered in grease. His left eye was replaced by a crude, glowing red monocle screwed directly into his skull. His right arm was flesh, but his left was a bulky, hydraulic pincer. "I didn't see a name," Saoirse said, keeping her voice low and altering her accent to sound rougher.