Measure Of A Man Ao3 소설 & 이야기

Not only was I covered in shit, but of all the days I get saved, it happens to be from falling on my shit-covered ass by a living personification of my best collective fantasies in living form. The man could only be described as, a seven-foot-tall, Adonis with seductive warm caramel-coated skin wrapped over massive planes of muscles that would make a full-blown nun sigh. I continued to size him up, I catch a glimpse of his long flowing dreadlocks dangling ever so teasingly above his pectorals covered in black and rose gold armor. Painfully preventing me from getting a glimpse of what would no doubt be the most heavenly chest I’ve witnessed on a man like this up close.

His features were so pretty that it felt as if God carved them Himself. Lina was stunned. She would secretly read romance novels when she was in middle school, and they would always describe the male lead's eyebrows to be sharp like a sword and eyes big like stars. She thought the description was unrealistic. It must be the authors' imagination! However, today, at that very moment, she suddenly felt that the description really existed. The man was approximately 1.9 meters tall. The petite Lina had to lift her head to look at him and couldn't help but notice the subtle display of his chest muscles beneath his white tee. His arms showcased well-defined muscles, exuding strength.

I look at my right and see the man standing there. His scent wraps around me, causing me to take some strong — deep breaths. He has dark hair, his eyes are an ocean blue colour, his nose is straight and pointed while his thick lips are a light rosy colour. He is built muscular, his height being 6 something and his fitted white dress shirt defining all his muscles. His aura is powerful and dark, like that of an Alpha. My legs tremble and barely hold me up in front of him. I have to clench my thighs harder after taking a look at the Devil carved man standing in front of me.

AURORA It's a man. His captivating blue eyes give a strange feeling to my heart. I wonder what is it? He is about 6.4 feet tall and has short blonde hair. I can feel his abs through his shirt. I should have removed my hand from his body till now but I can't, it seems my hand got stuck to it. I open my mouth to apologize but his heartwarming smile takes my heart away. "Are you done touching my body?" My face turns red hearing his words. His playful smile is making the situation more awkward.

The two men made room for a third person to walk through, the man who spoke. He was the most gorgeous man in the entire world, standing at 7 ft, with black hair, dark blazing onyx eyes, and high chiseled cheekbones. His blazing gaze stuck on me and slowly, I felt Grayson's arms ease around me and I almost stumbled, but touched the wall for support. The man took three large steps towards me and raised his hand to caress my cheek. I felt sparks rush through my skin, making me jolt back.

"Strong leader. Good strategist. Loyal to his pack. Zero brides dead from mysterious curses. Much better statistics than Nero." I bit back a smile. "Are you trying to set me up with Manuel?" "I'm providing objective data. You are free to interpret and apply as you see fit." "Uh huh. And this objective data just happens to make Manuel look good and Nero look bad?" "The data is what it is. I cannot help if reality favors Alpha Manuel." Then: "Is it working?" I laughed. Actually laughed. "Mitch—You're loyal to him." "Also he's very clean. Alpha Nero often has blood on his clothes. Alpha Manuel does not. That's a significant quality in a potential mate."

I found myself giving a slow, involuntary nod of agreement. The man was a towering wall of muscle, easily hitting 1.9 meters. He was the literal definition of a prime Alpha. Every limb was perfectly proportioned, encased in a rugged black tactical jacket and dark trousers that did nothing to hide the power in his frame—broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and legs that seemed to go on forever.

“Wow, I’m so scared! Come on, boys. Take this woman down and show her our prowess!” A trace of malice flashed across the face of the 1.9-meter tall man, his expression a little sinister.

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

His voice was very low, with a hoarse intonation. For a split second, Aurora thought she had just heard Phelan talking to her. But when I raised my head, it was absolutely not. The man standing in front of her had an extremely tall and muscular build similar to Phelan, but his aura was different. Phelan attracted her from the first meeting with her handsomeness and wildness, plus a little sexy and mature. Phelan can make women fall for him like crazy, although he can sometimes be short-tempered and possessive. But this man in front of her made Aurora feel uncomfortable at all. He is so oppressive and intimidating, Aurora feels he could kill anyone at any moment.