Regular Show The End Of Muscle Man の小説・ストーリー

Hearing his sharp intake of air, I pointed toward the display case for what he asked the location of. “My apologies, Miss, I am Nikolai,” he said roughly. Ignoring him as I continued to read the prescription bags that hung from the rack. He passed behind me with an awkward limp. Glancing over at his back, I noticed that his arms were covered in ink and curled my lip at the pronounced arm muscles. Mister Muscle took that moment to look back at me with a gauze roll in his large hand. “Will this do?” Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “ Depends on the injury.”

Instantly his hand was ripped off me and I was placed behind Alek. The man and Alek glared at each other. “What? Not happy to see an old friend?” the man’s lip curved into a grin. He leaned back against the booth, placing his hands on the top. “What are you doing here?” Alek said between clenched teeth. “Is that a way to treat a customer?” The man grinned. Clearly, he loved to see Alek aggravated. Alek jolted forward in attack mode. I had to grab him and try to pull him back. “Alek, don't,” I shouted, finally getting his attention.

"I'm the one who no longer deserves to stay by your side after doing all those horrible things to you, Caleb. But I'll keep waiting for you forever. You'll just have to look back to see me waiting for you." I smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry. I'll never look back for the rest of my life." I successfully received half of all her assets. There were so many zeroes in my bank account that I couldn't even count them all anymore. I used the money to indulge in life to the fullest after that, spending it on whatever I wanted. In the meantime, I also heard about James, who was so desperate to get his hand healed that he fell for a scam "remedy" that resulted in a terrible infection and ultimate

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

The two were more exciting to watch than any show put on by travelling circus. “And here you are, saying ‘that time’ like it was some far off a year that had past so long ago that you cannot remember. It was last month here and you want to move with Penn so you can introduce him to more people. No thanks, that is something which I would not allow.” Rima returns as Stanley back away from her. “Stop treating him like your property which you can lend out, Penn is a man on his own.” Stanley gritted out. “I never refuted that fact, he is a man and we all know what you are.”

He had to dig his claws into the trunk of a still-standing tree to anchor himself. When the chaos subsided, Tree Man stood still, but his body was breaking down. Chunks of his bark-like hide disappeared, revealing raw, red muscle beneath. His face contorted in pain as he scanned the area, ensuring no threat remained. His gaze briefly landed on Kana, who stared at him, wide-eyed and trembling. Tree Man grunted, his heavy steps uneven as he turned to leave. Kana, still shaking, forced herself to stand and stumbled after him. “Wait!” she called desperately. “I beg of you, don’t leave me!”

a middle-aged muscled man roared with anger. His arm was broken and he could no longer fight. If he did not recover quickly, he would end up a useless man tomorrow.

"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

“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.”

He knew that before retirement, the man had served as a key advisor to one of the state's top leaders. After a round of acupuncture, the old man seemed to feel immediate relief and visibly relaxed. Once the treatment was finished, he dismissed everyone else and kept only Joseph behind. He said, "Dr. Hart, this old body of mine may be worn out, but the country still hasn't forgotten me. I've been arranged to transfer to a rehabilitation center in Croma. Tell me, have you ever considered moving here?" Joseph smiled politely, "Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I'd prefer to stay here at Jenton."