Moist Critical Muscles Novels & Stories

His skin glowed under the soft gym lights, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to every sculpted muscle. Beads of moisture traced a slow path down his biceps, rolling over the ridges of his forearms before vanishing into the veins that ran like rivers beneath his skin. His arms flexed as he lifted, the muscles bunching and lengthening in a mesmerizing display of raw power.

After Jayden had a look at him, he had pulled out a rapid tone-up plan that would require Mark to have three workouts per day, a special diet and he finally found out about the injections. The first was a booster to his metabolism, enabling a rapid burn-off of his body fat. The second was a little more unusual. One of the pharmaceutical research companies owned by Benjamin Moore had come up with a muscle-repair serum that enabled torn or injured muscles to repair themselves at a rapidly accelerated rate. It was designed with injured troops in mind, allowing those with minor injuries to return to the front line much quicker, and those with major injuries to repair and heal faster too. Part of

Lucas flinched a bit and wiped the water on his face, smiling at me. As the water cascaded down his chiseled physique, his muscles rippled beneath his skin like waves crashing against the shore. His biceps bulged with every movement, each muscle fiber defined and taut. The veins on his forearms stood out like small rivers, pulsing with the force of his strength.

His boot lifted two inches off the stone floor. "Don't push it, Baraka," Eliana warned from her workstation, not even looking up from her microscope. "Your glycogen stores are still at thirty percent. If you force the muscle to contract without chemical fuel, the fibers will snap." Baraka exhaled, letting his boot drop back to the floor with a heavy thud. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I can't lead an army from a bed, Eliana. If the UN retaliates for Pangani..."