Muscle Man Novels & Stories

The muscular bald man roared, the girl screamed and moved away to a safer distance, The muscular man grabbed Willy and he stood up, he pushed Willy, throwing him back. He threw a punch, Willy ducked. He threw another punch, Willy blocked it with his right hand. ‘What are you waiting for? — give him the sucker punch now!’ came Andy’s highly anticipating voice again in Willy's mind. Willy just placed his left hand on the muscular man's chest and the Excalibur delivered the sucker punch, an invisible energy discharge; just enough to— send the man back smashing his own table, stunned and momentarily incapacitated.

the man insisted. Chase felt the haze leave him. He straightened up. The guy held Christine's arm and she was trying to get free of his grasp, but Chase noted that she could hardly stand on her feet. Chase sized the man up. He was muscled and almost a head shorter than him. The other guy looked tough, covered in tattoos. Chase thought he could at least take one of them in his current state. "She said no. Did you get that?" "Who the fuck are you?" Muscle man demanded.

He does the waiting while I do the chasing, well miracles do happen from time to time. "You are Miss. Geronimo, I guess? " The big man standing before me looks nothing like Daniel. He is quite tall with muscles the size of meatloaves. There are tattoos on his arm too. I think he looks like a character out of a Super villain movie, only his voice sounds kinder. "I am. "I say. "Sorry, I can't offer a handshake, covered in floor, the job you know, " "I understand. That's fine. "

I huddled next to the wall, my heart trying to beat its way from my chest. "Willow?" he called. I stuffed a fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. Slid to the floor in a pile as my legs finally gave out. I prayed like I'd never prayed before. My pulse thundered in my ears as my lungs struggled to fight off the adrenaline dumping into my system. The door right next to me smashed open, the door ricocheting off the wall and almost bouncing shut in one smooth movement. A man stepped through. Tall as the Amatucci brothers, he was as light as a spring day. He looked like he could wrestle bears or lions barehanded. His muscles strained the sleeves of his dress shirt. His thighs bulged against the

I thought Ryatt and the men in my family were big. But this man which Alpha Jaxon has chosen to represent him in the pit is built like a stone wall. He probably eats a whole cow every day to maintain his mass. Every inch of him is solid muscle, and not the lean kind. Beneath a protective layer of thick skin, every inch of this man is like iron. I find it hard to swallow as he comes to a stop in the center of the pit. The cheers from the crowd turns to sneers and hisses, and my mate arrives.

There was a time when my life was happy; now, I spend my time trying not to drown in pain and sorrow. A bell rings out, indicating the opening of the door. I look toward it, and my heart stops. A big, muscular man walks in. He has to be about 6’5, and his complexion is a nutmeg color. He's wearing a blue polo shirt, dark blue jeans, and tan boots. His muscles are exploding out of his clothing, but it's as it should be. He's facing me so that I can see his face fully. He has the same light brown eyes with extra long lashes. He has the same thick pink lips. His hair is the difference: long dreads that hang past his shoulders.

I didn’t even know a man like him existed… He's human, too. I swallowed hard and looked at the man beside me again. My eyes roamed over his body. He’s really big—probably around 7 feet tall. His muscles were bulging, his frame bulky even under his shirt and leather jacket. His ripped jeans clung to his legs, and he wore black motorcycle boots on his long feet. I swallowed again and ordered another drink.

“it’s me bro; Wole; the one who sent you flowers and letters. I was told you don’t remember much, but it is fine as long as I have you back in my life we will flow again…..” “good morning Mrs Smith; good morning sir,” AY greeted my mom and the man standing besides her; I did the same. “How are you doing styles?” Asked the tall and broad-shouldered man. His deep brown eyes; cast on me. His face prominent, with high symmetrical cheekbones and chin. His face split into a grin as he came over and took my hand in his, and squeezed it softly. “I am fine sir” I replied. “do you remember me?”

Stanley screams as he slaps Rima who feel because of his blow. "I warned you." Penn said as she looked up at Stanley who shifted back at the look in Penn eyes. She threw her weight at one of her captor who collapsed under her and then swung a fist at the other face which landed in his eye and then kicked his chest to prevent him from falling on top of herself then she turned to face Stanley who had gone pale in the face, still staring at the girl who he hit. The girl who was crying on the ground. The only daughter to one of the finest martial arts masters in the empire who had five elder brothers in different parts of the army.

Kirill smiled stepping into the room smoke wafting in the air as people smoked cigarettes while enjoying their drinks and passing around a blunt. "Ah Kirill you're here! Come sit and enjoy yourself!" A giant bulwark of a man called out to him from an arm chair. He wore a T shirt that did nothing to hide how massive he was. The shirt clinging to his body displaying his rippling muscles. His arms were easily sixteen inches at the very least round. His neck muscles looked as though an arm would reach out pick up a weight and begin lifting it. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. And his personality matched his looks. If you weren't in good with him, calling him rough was an understa