The Regular Show Muscle Man Novels & Stories

I grab myself a cocktail and immerse myself in two whole glasses before I notice a blonde man with green eyes with the symbol imprinted tie walking toward me. “Amber,” he hugs me, and noticing that Alessandro’s not around, I don’t give in. I shift in my chair as he seats himself next to me. “Amber, stay in character at all times,” Harlow growls and I hear it through my earpiece. “Now, hug him for the cameras,” Harlow says and I follow. A few minutes in, the man introduces himself as Ryan and we talk according to the script. “You’re so funny,” I push Ryan’s shoulder and twirl my hair strand with my index finger. I puke in my mouth.

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

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.

weren't they working together? "Don't play the hero here, young man. Walk away while you can," the muscle guy sneered as I witnessed Caleb's footsteps grow as he approached them. "What did you say?" he questioned, his eyes raising to meet the giant muscular man as the man gazed down on him. "You don't want things to get messy now, do you?" The muscular man said, leaving a pat on Caleb's shoulder. As I blinked, I watched Caleb's fist slam through the air, landing on the muscular guy's face.

The latter was just that strong. “I will have to go all out from the beginning,” Jack told himself silently as he pulled out his Weapon Deck. The spear that had been used in his previous clashes shimmered dully in the darkness, attracting the attention of the one called Muscles. “So you are an important beastman huh,” Muscles stated as he patted the dust off his arms.

Turns out, it’s just this guy? A muscular man stood up. His chest muscles were extraordinarily developed and he looked like a boxer. He grinned and said savagely, “Boy, don’t worry. My punch is going to be strong and fast. I can guarantee that I can break your bones with a single punch!” The moment he said this, he clenched his fist and brought it down on Cyrus’ shoulder. Sure enough, as he said, the punch was strong and fast. However, for Cyrus, it was too slow.

she asked, her eyes still on the ring. “The one who lasts,” I said. She glanced at me briefly. A small smile touched her lips. “Safe answer.” “Smart answer.” She hummed softly and looked back. The second round started. And everything changed. The muscular man came back different. This time he was sharper and focused. He didn’t even rush this time, he just waited for the big fat man to strike him first. As predicted, the big man charged again, confident, swinging wide and boom! He missed.

"Do you know how he killed people? He's a trainer, the kind that specializes in teaching people to lift weights. He doesn't play music in his gym, he plays 'Tom and Jerry'. One time during training just put on the funniest episode, more than twenty trainees laughed until they smashed themselves to death, and he came in." I was completely dumbfounded, my brain lumped together and only just turned back around. "Did he look strong to you? Like he was powerful? His arm muscles look the biggest in the whole room, right?" I nodded numbly. Madman narrowed his eyes and smiled. "All the new Slave feel the same way, haha, in fact, he has a scary muscle for nothing, but the person is a coward, others c

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.

Steve said. “Pain is our language, Alpha, we speak it very well,” The man replied with a fervent clarity. Steve stiffened in alarm. “Which means there are more of you here,” he told the man looking directly into his eyes. The man smiled. “Yes,” he simply replied. The Berserker sight Steve was using showed him that the man’s broken bone was healing and his muscles were tensed up for an attack. “I know that you are about to perform one of those fancy nerve strikes again, I can see your muscles tensed up,” Steve said in a warning tone. “Do not give me a reason kill you.”