Novel & Cerita Regular Show The End Of Muscle Man

Then the crowd reacting in that particular way they did when something was genuinely impressive, not polite impressed, actually stunned into it. We got close enough to see. There was a man in the middle of the platform. No shirt. Sweat running down his chest and over a torso that was all muscle and ink, tattoos crawling up his ribs and across his shoulders and down both arms. Four men were around him, or what was left of them. Two were already on the floor. One was swinging and missing. The fourth hung back like he was reconsidering every decision he had made tonight. The man in the middle moved like he wasn’t working hard at all. He caught a punch, turned it, put the man down in two moves t

"Ladies, gentlemen, our special guest has arrived—the man who rose to the top by sheer will, dedication, wit, and perseverance. Please give a round of applause, you L'etalon's newest business partner, Marionne Castello." Marionne received all kinds of praises as he makes his way to the makeshift stage. Twelve years ago, when he walked to the very first stage, he ever walked in his entire life. The day he graduated. And the day that his heart got shattered into tiny pieces. It was the day that he realized that heaven and earth would never meet. If she could see him now, what would she think? A question that suddenly rang in Marionne's mind. The event went on smoothly. Marionne met so many fam

Drunk and outnumbered, William soon found himself overwhelmed and knocked to the ground. "Bastard! I’ll beat you to death!" One of them raised a foot and aimed a vicious kick at William’s upper abdomen. William braced himself for the impact, thinking he was done for. But just then, someone rushed forward and stopped the man. "I’ve already called the police. Think carefully about what you’re doing." The group hesitated for a moment before scattering. The man then stepped forward and helped William up. "It's you!" William recognized Mike instantly. He was the doctor who had once lied for Whitney.

When he notices I’m pointing at his shirt, he lifts his eyes, “Is it your duty as a doctor again? Or are you trying to see me shirtless again?” “Oh, please,” I grumble, rolling my eyes. He chuckles under his breath and unbuttons his shirt, revealing strong muscles. The pale, sweaty form from the other day is gone. Now, his skin is a plane of solid bronze muscle. Again, I must force my eyes away from his abs.

His stares were killing me! “Eris, come over here.” “Yes.” I stuttered. My name being voiced out by him gave me chills. And when he gave me his death glare for the third time, I almost run towards and sat beside him. I guess he would never fail me to startle with his death glares. I cleared my throat, but he was back being busy with his gun. Until my eyes landed on his well-shaped body. His muscles... fvck! I looked away as I slowly sat just few inches away from him. Then I looked around and noticed that the mansion was silent. I couldn’t see anyone roaming around. Sleeping hours, I guess?

The dark wooded door opened and in strode the man I had pointed a gun at a little over 24 hours ago, shirtless and grinning like a cat who got all the cream. I felt my throat go dry watching his muscles ripple as he moved, wiping his nape with a fluffy white towel, I tried to stop my eyes from straying lower than his solid looking pecs but they did, glazing over his glistening rock hard abs than shone with misty sweat and a tempting v-line barely covered up by the low hanging pair of basketball shorts he wore. Fuck! when had he become so ripped? my nether regions stirred and I had to gulp down the lump lodged in my throat.

“Or what, you want me walking into the house like this so your dad can see what you did?” “I —” my voice trailed off as my eyes moved past him. A shirtless man stood across the room, his skin inked with dark tattoos that stretched over a chest built like he lived in the gym, his muscles flexing naturally as he worked on stitching up a deep cut on a guy with dreadlocks sitting on a metal chair. The second man didn’t even flinch, just sat there like pain was something he had made peace with a long time ago, and that alone sent a quiet, uneasy chill down my spine.

He did not behave as relaxed as he had been earlier but he was fully engaged in fighting against Hunter. Hunter was slightly shorter and smaller than the opponent, so he did not have the upper hand. After fighting for five minutes, he was becoming exhausted, thus Steel Man seized the opportunity to hold Hunter down before slamming him heavily against the ground. Hunter was almost knocked unconscious from the impact and lost his fighting capability as a result. “Ptooey!” Steel Man spat on Hunter’s body and gave a thumbs-down gesture just as before. He was so highly conceited that he stood up and said, “You’re all pieces of trash.”

one of the men asked in a quivering voice. "Even if we don't follow him, we don't have any other choice." A muscular man looked quite calm and composed. "Just look at how scared you all are acting. If you guys can join a Rank S dungeon, that means you must've cleared many dungeons in the past, right?" "This is my first time…" I raised my hand meekly. The muscular man shot me a weird look. "This is your first time here? You're saying this Rank S dungeon is your first experience in this game?"

“Please, pardon him. He’s finished.” It took four of them to finally haul Roman off the man. He fought them at first, a low groan rumbling in his chest, muscles straining against their hold. But eventually they managed to pull him back. Two others quickly dragged the unconscious man away, leaving a long, dark smear of blood across the floor. The rest of the club guests stayed frozen in their seats, smart enough not to make a single sound. Roman stood slowly, shaking off the hands still gripping him. His eyes were dark, wild, and burning with fury, like they would consume the entire building.