Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

His unbuttoned shirt revealed his well defined abs, his perfectly proportioned muscles and his veins popping out close to his groin. He's the perfect definition of manliness in every aspect... I literally found myself swallowing. Jeez! I don't know him but for the first time in a long while, a male is having such effect on me. Sky was so lost in her ogling trance while she clinged unto my bicep. Jeez! This is so not me. This is Sky's thing! I was screaming at myself mentally to get a grip. The dude walked past, not sparing us a glance and at that moment, I felt incredibly stupid.

"That man really scared you shitless, huh? Why don't you stop and think for a moment—can two fists beat four opponents? We'll take him down easily!" "Well said!" A middle-aged man with a hawkish nose agreed. "It's true that Lugh Frankton has beaten our fraternity twice and shouldn't be underestimated, but weren't they all just riff-raff? I'm not trying to brag, but I might fare better than the kid in his place." "Quit yapping!" A woman with golden locks of hair rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man. "You really think that you could beat that many people on your own?" The middle-aged man was at once nodding and fawning over Goldilocks. "Yes, yes, of course. I apologize for overstepping in yo

I still hadn’t responded, and I wasn’t going to…yet. “C’mon men! This is pathetic! I know you can do better than that!” The hulkingly large and muscular wolf of a man bellowed in the distance, obviously training some of his men. I groaned inwardly, fantasizing about touching his glistening abs and muscles. I never understood why I felt such an attraction to this man other than the obvious fact that he looked like a Greek god in the flesh!

“You can’t just manhandle me like that!” “I’m not ‘manhandling’ you,” Elroy retorted, eyes narrow. “And you can't be seen fraternizing with the help. It's unseemly." "Unseemly?" my voice rose, disbelieving. "They're people, Elroy, not furniture!" "I know that!” Elroy hissed, glancing around as if afraid someone might overhear. "But we can’t change the pack’s mindset overnight, and associating with the so-called lower classes will only damage your reputation."

Frist of all, I don’t know if I should trust this man. My silence makes him frown, “If you are injured, you should have removed your camouflage to get proper treatment.” He seems to have little patience, “Which team are you in?” Sorry if I forget to mention, this man is beyond handsome. if this book is my own diary, I probably will spend 3 full pages on how handsome and fit this man is – not to mention he is uniformed. There is a sense of sharpness and boldness on him that triggers me. It is too much to say I am totally turned on, but you get what I mean.

And for those that would want to come out strong—what is a pretty ass lady like you doing outside in this chilliness, by this time of the day? But here was this man, mystery man, jumping over protocols to ask a rather annoying question. Was he not thought to treat ladies right? Such poor manners for such a good look. I thought in my head but I was slightly intrigued by his personal. Normally, men would empty their word bank while trying to impress me which made me always believe I was somewhat irresistible but now... I'm forced to have a rethink. And I was sure as hell going to give him something to have a rethink about as well.

Jaxon handled the entire execution process, and I couldn't be bothered to interfere either. They were so worried that I would sabotage them that they spent all their energy guarding against me, only to end up shooting themselves in the foot. If they had let me supervise just once, I could have pointed out their mistakes in time. But since they were so full of themselves, they could learn it the hard way. Hailey's company didn't deserve such an excellent project, so I revamped the original project blueprints and used them for my new company. Since I oversaw every detail myself, the quality was top-tier, and Julia signed a contract with me worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

But when I overpowered Jenny and used every ounce of my strength to ensure she knew just how useless it was to try and get away from me, a deeply satisfying sense of superiority flowed through me. I’m not trying to suggest that’s what being a man is, or that it excuses us from violent behaviour towards women. Just because we have base, primitive urges ingrained into us doesn’t mean it’s acceptable to play them out. A key feature of being human is the ability to evolve beyond our animal nature (Newcastle excepted).

“For starters, you have a heart. As cold as you claim it to be, I see it more alive and honest in comparison to many, many men that I met in my life.” “Those that you met were never men, El, you have to know that.” He said, and I smiled. “A man does not hurt a woman because he thinks that he is stronger than she is. No matter what you are going to tell me, I am going to tell you, a man is not one because he has a dick. A man is a protector, a provider, a lover, and a friend to his woman. He is her safety, and the one person who she wouldn’t fear being around. It is what I aim to be with you.”

His pupils dilated, and his fingers gripped my waist tighter, “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you just walked into.” Oh, but I did. You see, before I came here, Alden had already told me all about this man's peculiar taste. He admitted that he didn't want to tell me just incase I want to try anything stupid but he hated leaving things out so he had to say everything. This sleazy bag loved when women dominated him. He was simply a masochist.