Muscle Man Novels & Stories

With Zoro’s man leading the way, Luis and Zenika arrived at the highest floor and the first thing they heard were noises of rough waves. A shirtless man in his forties practiced martial arts in his office, drenched in his own sweat. His tanned skin was glistening, as if he was a sparkling bronze statue. The man’s back and shoulders were strong muscles that moved along with his motions like a python wriggling to catch its prey. His physique was tip-top. Zenika was blown away by the sight of the man. Her throat felt dry, her legs felt weak, and all she could think of was the man’s sweaty muscles.

Felicia trembled as she pointed at the men in front of her, enraged. One of the men with a scar on his face raised his head and looked her in the eyes, ashamed. This man's physique was massive, and his bulging muscles were proof that he was an athlete and loves bodybuilding. The aura he radiates was not a nice one, and at first glance, he appeared to be a criminal. The other man next to this muscled man was a little skinnier, but his violent aura was likewise too powerful, and this was not a joke.

I saw the man brutally injured by my own uncles was holding my leg. A wave of electricity passed through my whole body. The shiver passed down to my spine. I did the most logical thing I could do at the moment, I screamed… again! “MONSTER! BEAST!” My eyes were teary. I felt like it was my last day. “LEAVE ME!” I tried to pull my leg but he just tightened his grip around it. His grip was like an iron clasp. My eyes fell on his muscular arm. What does he eat to have such powerful muscles? But the answer which popped up in my head didn’t make me happy one bit. ‘HUMANS!’

How did she take down such a huge man by herself? "How did you do that?" I couldn't help but ask. She smirked and said, "Because I'm Mutiny." I shot her a flat look. "Sure, that answers my question." She sighed in annoyance since I wouldn't just let her have a cool moment without interrupting. "Fine, I will answer. For three years, I prepared myself to fight big men twice my size just for this day. So duh, I can take him down. It's a piece of cake for me."

He is almost as muscular as Roman. His entire body is covered in tattoos, and his face is covered in beards. He has a few daggers on display and a gun strapped to his waist. Gabby walks up to him and says, “You know what to do.” The man nods and she walks out of the room. my eyes grow as wide as saucers when the man takes out a dagger and walks up to Roman first. It feels as though every fiber of my being has been brought to life. I stood beside Roman and despite the fact that my fists were literally going right through his chest, it did not stop me from trying.

“Liam!” Anna called, relief washing over her. At least she wasn’t alone anymore. Whether they would make it out of this alive was up for debate, but his mere presence meant a lot to her that he would ever realize. “You came!” “Being a widower isn’t on my bucket list this year,” Liam said, dodging a crowbar from one of the bouncers. The other henchmen spun, reaching inside their jackets for weapons. He barreled into the Muscleman first, driving a hard punch into his gut. Muscleman doubled over, only to take a brutal knee to the face that sent him sprawling on the floor, unconscious. “Babe, try not to die.”

A wave of murderous energy suddenly erupted from the muscular man, and he strode into the thick of battle like a meat grinder. How could these members of the Moloch Club be a match for such a powerful veteran Demigod? The terrifying aura that emanated from that muscular man’s body crushed those who stood four or five meters away from him. This muscular man purposefully halved his combat strength after observing how weak and vulnerable his opponents were. Each punch he threw had the same result; several men would die horribly in his hands. These people were more vulnerable than ants before him. “Sigh... This is so boring! It’s so f*cking dull.” The bulky man quickly grew bored with this massa

Claire smirked, nodding her head in the direction of the door. "Tall,hawt and Irresistible.Who?"I asked, but turned straight around to see who she was looking at. I smiled when I was him.. Mr MACCHIATO!! as I like to call him.His gorgeous dark hair was wet from the rain that was pouring down outside. It definitely added to his usual Handsome look. I turned back around and continued stacking the paper coffee cups."I guess that man likes his coffee."I tried to stop myself from smiling,knowing that if I did she would make a thing of it.

"I'm just here to have a little fun and then I'll go away." I held my hands up. "What do you want?" "Like I said just a little fun...." He motioned the pistol toward the bed. "Now get over there on the bed with your little woman." I walked over and climbed on the bed and lay next to Kim whose face was stricken with absolute terror. I looked over at the man. He looked to be about 25 years old, 6 foot 4, black hair, clean shaven. He was very muscular, with a large tattoo of a dragon wrapped in chain on his right bicep and a smaller tattoo of a rose vine climbing up his left bicep. He wore grey sweat pants and a black t shirt with the sleeves torn off and a bunch of holes throughout. He kind of

No way she could keep letting him tower over her like that. In front of her loomed the most gigantic man that she’d ever seen. She was no stranger to big men, of course, since the personal security and bodyguard fields crawled with the guys. Dallas was huge, so were Mark and Griff. And Hunter was tall and solid muscle – she knew this from being pressed under his body one night in the car as they had observed Michael Ferguson. But this guy? Holy Lord. He was even bigger than Dallas and that was sure as hell saying something. She unstuck her voice. “I’ll ask him if he’s free right now. Could I please get your name?”