Macho Man From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

It would be more precise to say that his skin was torn apart, because something was hiding inside. The man in a dirty torn Daoist robe looked human, but even a child could tell that he was no human. To be more precise, it was as if he was wearing human skin, pretending but failing to appear like a human. The enemy’s frame was gigantic, at least nine meters tall, with a body lined with brutish marks and brown fur. One of his eyes was red, and the hair on his head looked like a lion’s mane. His other eyeball was missing, leaving a gaping hole on his face.

“The difference is—you didn’t look away.” Emotion tightened my chest. Before I could respond, my phone rang again. This time, it was Agent Villanueva. “We need you,” she said. “Now.” --- The interrogation room was colder than I expected. Marcus Delgado sat across from me, separated by a long table and the weight of his own arrogance. He looked smaller without his tailored suits and commanding presence. Still dangerous—but diminished. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and furious. “So,” he said smoothly. “You finally decided to burn everything down.”

I smiled sheepishly and nodded my head. He took the soft drinks and we both got into the lift. "What's with snacks? I don't think such a small person like you can eat all of this." "Oh I am having a sleepover with some of my friends. We were going to watch movies. So that's why this snacks." I explained. He nodded his head. Once reaching the floor we both got out. I learned his name is Noah and that he is a pack warrior. They have been training hard for the battle.

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

Five years ago, tired of the bloody infighting , I ran away from home and became Matthew’s most capable assistant—and his lover. Using the methods my father had taught me, I helped Matthew rise from an obscure nobody to one of Rome’s most promising business tycoons. He had promised me that once he had secured his position, he would give me the grandest wedding imaginable. Instead, at his celebration banquet, he proudly announced his engagement to Lilith, the mayor’s daughter. My coworkers laughed without restraint. “Eve really thought she was something.” “Matthew was only using her. Does she even know her place? What does she have that could possibly compare to Lilith?” I didn’t cry , I didn

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.”

He is a disgusting, demented creature. As everyone took their leave to rest, I lowered myself to my knees and looked at the unconscious man lying down next to my feet. Despite looking like he went through a meat grinder, my destined mate is undeniably a beautiful man. He has a masculine, square-shaped jaw, full of thick raven-black beard and a slightly squared-shaped face framed with tousled black hair which reaches his shoulders. His hair, although now dull and full of gore from battle and battery he suffered from Malleteagan, is still giving magnificent contrast to his rosy complexion. He is not even remotely bulked up with muscles as Malleteagan is, but he is still out of ordinary tall an

he warns me. My eyes turn to the environment and a single man wearing a black T-shirt and pants approaches us, i take note of his appearance, with over 6 feet tall in height with a muscular build, rugged features, buzzed black hair with a snake tattoo drawn at the left side of his face, and piercing brown eyes “Are all the Mafia men handsome and attractive?” I whisper to myself with a smirk “Did you say something?” Alex turns to me with a brow raised, a sly smile on his face

"We managed to capture this woman from Sthorpicons. What are the next plans?" From here at my current location, I could still see their faces I want to rip off if ever I got the chance to whack their faces off. As soon as their gazes went on me, my whole body trembled as I saw the man in the middle smirking at me. His evil smiles gave me chills. He was huge, almost like Captain Hulk, well not to mention his stupid green hair style. It suits him very well. If Captain Hulk doesn't exist, I might describe him as Shrek.