Male Character Novels & Stories

But I tell myself he’d absolutely have done the same to me if given a chance, he’s a grown male who knew the risks here. There’s little to no break, as the shifter is carried away and another male moves to the corner. This one is most definitely a warlock of some sort. He’s about the same build as me, which tells me he’s not using brute strength in this fight. We both wait and stare each other down as the announcer introduces him, I don’t even listen. Dante has half taken over, and pretty much just wants to be fully let out.

a masculine voice came through. Marcel

"Giving this poor soul yet another lecture? Come on Angela cut the poor man some slack." A male voice said, lightly emitting a chuckle. Angela and Christopher turned to look at the laid back voice. A tall muscular man with slicked back blonde hair strode up to them with his hands clasped behind his head. By all definitions... A pretty boy. Christopher himself was not a bad looking man but the way women mostly looked at him and Thomas was night and day different. While Chris was fairly muscular himself he didn't have the bulging arms like Thomas and has Black shorter, messy spiked up hair and blue eyes. Not exactly an attention grabber compared to his friend Thomas. Rich, Charismatic, and bui

He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face into my neck. I can definitely get used to this… “Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “And you are so strong.” I commented, putting my hands on his muscled shoulders. Oh god! I bet he could pass for a male model! Or a wrestler! Archer didn’t have any tattoos covering his body like you would imagine for a mafia boss. He rather looked more like a rich businessman who liked to work out regularly to stay fit. And I guess that was the point…

I hate when he plays the macho guy, it doesn’t suit him. Arrick regards his outstretched hand a moment and I really think he might just ignore it, he seems strangely torn before shaking it firmly, and a little too firmly judging by Christian’s tensing body. I note the way both have gone into guy mode, voices a tad huskier and mannerisms a little more rugged, like an alpha male tug of war, or some nonsense. I don’t get it at all, but Christian seems to be in the zone with his play pretend and pulls his hand back to his side.

If not Lexy, there are a lot of girls who crawl into his bed just to have a taste of his mind-blowing orgasm skills. Marlyn is a guy who fancies dicks and not pussies. A reason why he and Lexy hit and became good buddies. He doesn’t look any bit of his personality because he is actually handsome with his Hispanic features. Fair skin, lean body, six-foot height, and manly gestures. Nobody would think he is gay, except for those who knew him already.

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

I didn't give a glance since my eyes were fixated on Geralt, the virile guy in The Witcher. Damn, he's so hot and stunning. I'm not a huge fan of Superman but I'm a fan of Henry Cavill, he was more seductive in this series. The corner of my lips raises when he let out a drop-dead gorgeous Cheshire cat grin. The insides of me tickled like a maniac. "Is he hot than your fiancee?" Marcus's voice caught me off guard. He was standing above my head, wearing his usual black suit. He should be at work now.

It was then that Marek stepped forward. Marek was a towering figure of muscle and menace, a wolf of immense strength and ruthless skill. His presence alone was enough to draw nervous glances from every corner of the room. His black hair was tied back, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh glow of the torches. Scars lined his arms and neck, trophies of battles past, and his golden eyes gleamed with feral confidence.

“Just let him stand next to you and breathe menacingly while crossing his arms.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. It slipped out of me, a small, reluctant sound that tasted like exhaustion and sadness. “Where am I supposed to find someone like that? You think they sell those on I*******m now?” “Funny you should ask,” she said, her grin growing wicked. “Marcus has this friend. He’s single. Works private security. Ex-military or something like that. Quiet, serious, very tall, very built. The kind of man you look at and think, yeah, he’s definitely carried bodies before.”