Mechamaru Without Bandages Mga Nobela at Kwento

I put it on and button it all the way to my chin. I’ve put on muscle in the past months. From training and eating regular meals at his insistence. From getting restful sleep after he fucked me every night. The uniform is tight and restricts my breathing slightly. Good. I don't want to breathe deeply. I want to breathe just enough to survive. I pull on my boots and buckle my sword belt. The man looking back at me from the mirror is pale. His eyes are bruised glass, hard and unyielding. I pull the bandage off my cheek, leaving my scar on display.

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

Hopefully they didn't talk already and agree on the lies they would feed me. "Ven! I . . . am so happy . . . to see you!" Marcus struggles to speak while grimacing in pain. His face is covered with bandages and he looks far from well. How is he still interested in fighting his brother anymore. I would focus on healing if I were him.

My eyes start to hurt because I'm holding back tears and if I'm honest, all I want to do is hug him and tell him how much I've missed him and how much I love him and how glad I am that he's here with me, in one piece. He’s all bandaged up, though, from his legs to his ribs, arms and even one side of his face. But he doesn't look frail at all. He looks ready to get up and get on with his life. His hair is shorter than it was the last time I saw him and his body looks thicker and more muscular. He's not wearing a robe or anything, only a sheet to cover his privates, so his chest is out and I can see my damn name written there. It's not small and it's not hidden, it's like he wants everyone to

He replied again with a wink and my face turned even more red than it already was. “You’re unbelievable to deal with” I told him while I shook my head. “But you love me” He responded with his usual knowing smirk. I in turn hit my finger on his bruise which was now covered with a bandage and in return he hissed in pain “ Holy molly” He said wincing in pain, his smirk now turned into a glare and he looked like he was going to kill me any moment from now. “I warned you” I told him while trying so hard to stop myself from laughing.

It is a large and heavy sledgehammer, whose black handle is surrounded by the strong fingers of both his hands. When he came in, he was wearing the same outfit as last night, and now the only difference is in the lack of a shirt. The wide tattooed chest shines through the layer of sweat, and his heavy breathing causes it to go up and down out of course. His bandaged waist exhibits a small redness where a layer of blood drips from the surgical points in his abdomen, obviously a consequence of the effort. So, just to prevent me from starting to drool over his naked body again, I look with my eyes for the thing he is breaking. I can't find anything but a hole in the wall.

On the other hand, Almira is covered in his blood. I checked her body, searching for any signs of injuries, but just like last time, she’s clean. “Grab me my needles and thread. We’re going to have to sew him close,” the pack healer said to his assistant. I anxiously watched him cut Beta Mid’s shirt to prepare for the operation, but then our forehead creased when we saw the state of his injuries. His blood is everywhere. There's a clear sign that a huge open wound was there. But he’s woundless.

Jogging onto the court with the rest of the team, head slightly lowered like he didn’t about any of it. Focused. Looking annoyingly fine, healthy. And God, that armless jersey should be illegal. Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to his hand. And my stomach immediately tightened. The bandage was gone.

" Don't you need it to protect yourself?" " .... no... Not really... I just use it so that no one can see my face. People are looking for me." I answered casually as I checked all my gears. 9 daggers strapped on my belt along with a bottle of oil, healing potions in my pouch, and a protection scroll. I can use the scroll one more time but I used it yesterday during my battle with Soul Ripper..... I still have 3 more hours until it wears off but it's not as if any normal blade can go through my Version uniform. Misaki made this out of fire rat's fur, it's fire and slash-resistant.

Amaar piped in shaking head : "Haya its really nothing." Ofcourse and Meera had perfect English. I grabbed his arm taking his hands out from his green hoodie. "Let me see then" When I brought out his hand I saw the large scar inside his hand.I gasped and snapped: "Where you got this!!! let me bandage it.Bhai!!!! fetch pyodine and bandage.Hurry" He nodded.I turn towards Amaar grabbing his hand.He released his hand from my grasp saying: "Its not needed,I'm ok cat!!! .I'm a strong man"