Vegeta Gt Mustache Novels & Stories

he was indeed a thug but not just an ordinary thug. He was a tough one to be precise with his mustache shaped like that of Adolf Hitler in a picture. He had tattoos drawn on his body and each one seemed to only add to the aura of fear that he carried around. His rolled-up sleeve only revealed the bulging part of his arms and his menacing look only made tears flow out of Hera's eyes without any stress.

But the three people in it were sharing looks of love so palpable that it made me smile. Valentin was glancing at my aunt. He had a shy, subtle smile on his face. Despite that, I could sense how much he loved her through how he was looking at her. His hair was cropped short to his scalp, much like the way Maximus currently wore his hair. He had a clean shave, unlike his usual stubble. His clothes looked far more drab than his usual suit and tie. I assumed it was vampire-issued garb.

His voice was cold, each word a command. But Gaia’s frown deepened, not because of his words, she didn’t fully understand them, but because of the intense threat it carried. Valtor, with his broad shoulders and sharply defined jawline, possessed a strikingly handsome appearance. His dark hair fell in messy waves, framing a face that radiated power. His sharp features were both alluring and terrifying, especially when anger twisted them. Seeing her defiance, he turned away, revealing the strong muscles of his back, frustration evident in his movements.

Ben asked. "Hector." "He still have that badass mustache?" Ben asked with a grin. "See! Ben thinks its badass!" said a voice behind them. Ben turned with a grin then quickly acted frightened. "Holy crap! It's actually gotten bigger!" he exclaimed. "Nah! It's still a sweet 'stache!" the man said stroking the minimal facial hair with pride. Jayden stifled a snort. "Who's this and what makes him think he can outdo such a proud achievement as this. Look at him! He's practically a baby! Peach fuzz!" Hector barked. Jayden glanced at Ben.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him. “You are not going to let me live that down, will you?” Another voice came coming by the side of Matty whose face instantly lightened up at the sight of this women. She had a pixy cut and green eyes. I couldn’t notice before but then I see it Matty is also mortal with green eyes. “Live you down? I have it on record. You actually threatened my boobs women, that shit was hilarious.”

said Vulcan as he rushed to Anala with a jog. Vulcan's red hair, which was spiky and slightly longish, stood out when exposed to sunlight. His bright red irises looked like embers. His stern jaw and broad eyebrows conveyed the masculine Vulcan good looks. The Vulcan beard looked a short stubble style. His tall and muscular body was clearly printed on the sleeveless shirt he wore. A few buttons were left open so that his broad, stocky chest glistened with sweat. He wore denim trousers and boots. At first glance, Vulcan looked big and domineering, but his facial expression looked friendly.

The voice said laughing ass out. “I’m neither a male nor a female, call me GATA” The voiced said again. I was trembling. My catarrh running down to my lips. Creeping it way into into my mouth. It was neither sweet nor bitter but I felt discomfort in my throat. GATA was putting on a black velvet loose-fitting garment , having a hood. Her dress complimented with a red colored hat The hood covered ......... face Confusion hit me hardly. What would I refer GATA to?

He had a sarcastic sense of humor and his lips always curved up on one side in a perpetual smirk, his hair a tumble of deep chestnut brown and slightly wavy, framed his face. “What would you know?” Vita sneered, eyeing up the petite blonde plastered to his side. “You and your flavor of the week just came and interrupted our training.” “My WHAT?” He sputtered, his bright blue eyes narrowing on her brown ones. I shook my head, pretty sure this flavor had been around before and he had gone back for another taste. The side effect of being with Sabrael was you had to put up with Vita some, a task that many found daunting.

His voice, when he spoke, was calm but commanding, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Stand down,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. Anita’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, her expression hardening. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she spat. The man ignored her, his gaze fixed on me. “You’re the alpha of this pack?” I nodded, my eyes narrowing. “And who are you?” He smirked, “step back a few paces please.” We looked at each other, confused as hell. What was he going to do?