Male Character Novels & Stories

Ang lalaking bulas nila, para silang mga foreigner dahil sa looks nila. 'Yung lalaking kumausap sa akin na nagngangalang Romel ay kamukha ni Zayn Malik at ang lalaking sumuway sa kanya ay kamukha ni Michael Yerger. Malalaki ang katawan nila, mukhang batak sa gym, kahit may suot silang damit ay bakat na bakat parin ang malalaki nilang braso, matatayog na mga u***g at ang abs nila. Visible na visible kahit may suot pa sila.

He winks at me, to show that he's only joking. "I didn't reject you!" I respond, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. "My goodness. Are all werewolf men as melodramatic as you are?" Marcus laughs aloud. "Yes," he says around another mouthful of omelet. "We definitely are. It's a trait of our species, I think." "Or your gender," I say. "I think human men are much the same." "Don't be ridiculous," Marcus says, reaching across the table to refill my wine glass. "Human men have absolutely nothing on werewolves when it comes to theatrical personalities. Honestly, you offend my very nature by even suggesting such a thing."

Mario has known about Max's feelings for him all along, but he identifies as straight and has never felt inclined to explore anything beyond that. From what he's observed in the bodybuilding community, around 75% of men seem to be drawn to other men. He figures this might be because those who spend time sculpting their bodies often appreciate the beauty of the male form, women can feel too ordinary by comparison, not measuring up to their high standards for physical aesthetics. Thankfully, Mario still has a preference for women! Since falling into financial hardship, Mario's days have grown increasingly dull. He's cut back on expenses by spending more time at his parents' house.

I knew he would never break getting tortured, I could shatter his limbs and cut his tongue into tiny little pieces and feed it to him but even then, he wouldn't break. A man like Maxwell Richter thrived on masculinity. On domination, to fully break him, I needed to reduce his masculinity to nothing and what better way to do so than to have him defiled from every angle. The same way he had done to others. Unless he was secretly gay and enjoying himself. Who knows, Maybe Malcom and him had been ramming their poles up each other's asses, I wouldn't be surprised. A barely contained laugh slipped from my lips as I urged my men to go on, backing them up with cheers.

I think our suffering is worth it. I hesitated, cheeks warming as my mind flashed to Alaric’s dark eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the effortless command in the way he spoke. He was… a lot. K: He’s… decent. Malik: Girl. DECENT?! That man is on magazine covers. He looks like trouble dipped in chocolate. Zendaya: Agreed. Denise: Great. Then the only problem left is you not knowing why your brand-new husband picked you out of billions of women.

Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions. Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half. All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself. Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

“You want to use your money to hire male models? Like… my mother does with actresses and icons for her events?” Marco laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Exactly. But different. I want to celebrate men who are more than just pretty faces. Guys with passion, with stories. I want them to represent a new image of masculinity—strength through vulnerability, power through compassion.” Aurora’s smile widened. “That… actually sounds really cool.” He leaned back, satisfied. “And after my world tour, I’ll come back. I’ll help build a business from scratch—maybe a wellness brand. You could be our medical advisor. We’d be partners, even if in different fields.”

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

A long time ago, when humanity was not completely corrupted by greed, jealousy, and the desire for power, there was a warrior dedicated to doing the good for the people, apart from having a singular attractiveness he was the strongest of the civilian. His black hair as well as his navy blue eyes stood out against his fair complexion, and despite only being 23 years old he had a well-toned body and was the tallest at 1.90 meters to prove it.

It'd be a miracle if I was to ever survive this. "Look Jaxon, shes morph shifted." The first male says. He looks to have dark hair since there's no lighting other than the opening at the cave to show me what colour but it's dark that's for sure. He's tall and by the feel of his grip on my arm he's strong too. I look over to the other male and see he has lighter hair, but not light enough to be blonde. He's standing near the entrance. Hes tall and muscular by the looks of the silhouette he's showing from what little light we do have.