Muscle Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The man wouldn't even feel it. Wayne was incredibly bulky, broad-shouldered, and packed with solid muscle. He seriously looked like he was built entirely out of stone instead of actual flesh and blood like normal human beings. If I punched him, I’d probably just end up fracturing every single bone in my hand while he stood there and smirked at me. I quickly thought of option number two—scream for help? Still not a fucking reliable plan.

Honestly, even if he left with nothing, he should have been able to make a comeback given his skills. Some time later, the same friend called me again to share some gossip. "Harold's in the hospital! Susan finally snapped. She couldn't take it anymore, as he'd been drinking every day. She lost it and stabbed him. There was a lot of blood. The ambulance and police all showed up. "Harold's parents are insisting on pressing charges. Susan's already been arrested, and the trial verdict should come out soon. "The stab went in pretty deep. Harold might have to live with a catheter for the rest of his life."

He's the kind of man who would draw your attention without even doing anything. His muscles…. I allowed my eyes to wander past his features to his broad shoulder, taking in the sight of his sculpted muscles and those large hands that seem capable enough to break almost everything. I wasn't sure if I was the one seeing things, but his muscles seemed to tense slightly, giving me a glimpse of his masculinity. He was not a boy polished by luxury, but a man who had seen blood, spilled it, and survived it while protecting his people.

“Apart from his connection to Olive—and causing the trigger that led Leo to… hurt me—he’s been nothing but nice. Extremely affectionate, attentive. Sometimes overwhelmingly so.” “That’s… good. That’s good,” Musa said thoughtfully. “So, what does he do?” “He’s a voice actor, ‘for fun,’ as he puts it. His wealth is mostly generational. He’s also a gym rat. Built like a Hulk.” “Isn’t that concerning?” He asked with a raised brow. "What?" "Don't ask as though you are a kid, you know what I mean...He is huge...Can you handle that". He said with a smug grin.

CHAPTER 78 Liana Pov The morning air outside my apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Marcus Delgado had been cornered, but cornered predators were unpredictable. I knew he could strike at any moment—and this time, he might aim for maximum chaos.

Cold steel rested in his palm and his fingers immediately tightened around it like it was burning his skin. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked slowly. “Learn.” One of the men stepped forward. He was huge, easily six foot five, built like a wall of muscle with thick arms that looked strong enough to crush bone. “Try not to die,” the man said with a grin. Before Lance could even respond the man swung, the punch flying toward his face so fast he barely managed to dodge as it grazed his shoulder and sent a sharp line of pain shooting down his arm.

Whatever message Dad left for me will surely lead me to the encoded passwords. Before I can get to cracking, however, someone’s large hand grasps me hard by the shoulder. I whip around, startled to find a massive brute of a man standing right behind me. The man is a goliath. He’s at least six foot seven and probably more than three hundred pounds of pure, powerful muscle. He’s got a mean mug, the kind that even a mother couldn’t love. His eyes are deep set and dark, his lips are thin, and his nose has clearly been broken countless times before and healed wrong. “Give it to me, girl,” he snaps, one hand swooping in to grab the piece of paper from me.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

I had failed. But I wasn't going to give up. Not yet. I pulled out my phone, but there was no signal. The basement was a dead zone. I was on my own. I waited. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. I couldn't tell. The silence was suffocating. Then, the door opened. A man walked in. He was tall and elegant, dressed in a tailored black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He had sharp, intelligent eyes and a thin, cruel mouth.

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on