Menacing Pose Reference Novels & Stories

He assist my tight position. He does so to prevent undesired argument and misunderstanding. I stylishly nod at him. He does same then redirect his attention. He's such a good friend. "Listen attentively you all" He again call our attention. His facial expression all serious, straightforward and neutral. They habour zero expression. All bony and tough. Pretty obvious his next words are to be extremely important and crucial. Everyone sense his tough tension. His voice tone habours it all. It's all deep, tough and threatening.

He took a menacing step forward. “And what makes you think that you could deny me? me, the fucking mafia boss?” he snarled. His entire being radiated fury and danger. Anissa took steps away from him only to be met with something hard and cold against her back—she realized that she was backed up against the wall. He smirked, his eyes dark and malevolent. His arms went up on either side of her head on the wall, his large frame caging her and his face leaned in until it was a few inches away from hers, their noses touching, his breath fanning her face. Her cheeks heated up at their close proximity and her heart thudded hard in her chest. He was indeed so handsome that if they had met under diff

"You always have to be the one to impose fear in your enemy not the other way round," "Never allow your opponent to know that you are afraid, always stare at them with your head held high and shoulder well balanced," he blurted out. I smiled and allowed myself to loosen up a bit before pinning my socks, trouser, and shirt together making a small circle around the rope. "Slowly spread your two legs sideways with your right hand on top of the left one making a cross sign," Slowly and steadily, I started spreading my legs. It was painful but I bit my tongue with my teeth grinding furiously in pain, I continued spreading them. Doing everything not to allow my emotions to show.

A tall man, dressed in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing off his strong arms with nerves popping out. His head was high, eyes focused on the centre of the room as he glided in confidently. His stance screamed power while his eyes begged carnage. The men straightened as he walked past them, their eyes showed fear and respect for him. I was rooted in my spot as I stared at him in panic and disbelief.

His body is stiff and also ,hot . His aura is intimidating and scary . An nasty aura , covered his face leaving way to make others recognise ,it's dangerous . The dangerous and terrifying man is none but , Norman Blade .The top most , Mafia ,well known for threat , murder ,rape ,kidnap ,molest ,etc ,etc .His black marks are all buried under his deep business World. " Are you liking it ?? " Exclaimed the lady , pressing her body more to his back as her erect nipples grazed against his back . he could feel her hard nipples brushing against his skin.

She grabbed it to take a better look at the photo. It was a picture of a man of what she thought was on his 20's. The man had a shoulder length black hair. His features were sharp. His eyes looked very dangerous even though they weren't staring at her in person. She couldn't help but to feel shivers down her spine. The man in the picture screams power and authority. It was only a picture but whoever looks at the photo will surely feel frightened. "Who is this?" she asked. "That's the Zayden Valmora that I mentioned yesterday."

Chapter 10 Narrator's POV These panthers performed an ambivalence display as they laid on the ground, hiding their tails behind their stomach. His head was raised high up and gazing aggressively at them. His body drawn to its fullest height and his neck arched. He snap at their vulnerable areas, their stomach, throats and his paws pinning some down. He took out an untamed look, and curl his lips back to bare its teeth threateningly to these panthers.

Cali is so very non-wasteful of clean water and dirty energy. There is something about a woman's body posed in extension, vulnerable, with her arms over her head, as Deni was posed. I think it makes her much more attractive and desirable. Maybe part of it is the total lack of defense in the posture, with the arms extended they cannot hinder any action. Plus, nothing is covered, she is totally exposed. Her breasts stand proud on her chest, her pussy is completely out in the open and the prominence of her mound is evident. Her mouth is there for the plundering by the man's lips should he desire. If such a woman is within reach there is an almost overwhelming urge to put ones hands on her, to f

"Twisting under weight. Protecting my throat,finding leverage when someone larger has me pinned. The things you learn when you need them" "Show me your stance," he said. "My stance?" I said. "How do you stand when you feel threatened," he said. I shifted my weight slightly. Feet wider than my hips,left foot forward,my hands coming up instinctively toward my face and throat. Zayden walked around me slowly. I stayed still and tried not to feel observed in a way that had nothing to do with combat assessment. "Your weight is too far back," he said from behind me. "You're already preparing to retreat."

Number sixty-seven's right hand comes up. Not extended for a handshake. I'm already leaning forward when it lands- a shove, hard and deliberate, aimed at the back of Ronan's shoulder with enough force to be unambiguous about what it is. Ronan doesn't stumble. He moves with it -weight shifting, absorbing, redirecting- and turns around with a speed that has absolutely no business being that clean after two hours of football. He looks at number sixty-seven. Just looks. Number sixty-seven says something. His posture has the specific quality of someone who has committed to an action and is now performing the confidence he doesn't entirely feel, which is the most dangerous kind of situation to be