Vegeta Gt Mustache Novels & Stories

The man turned me to face his helmet-covered features. “Now I’ve got you,” he said in a raspy voice. I shoved my knee between his legs with as much force as I could muster. He let out an oomph. I clawed out of his grip, my gaze landing on the tattoo between his thumb and forefinger—a stylized V encircled by an ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail. I turned away too late. His fingers wove through my hair and yanked. I fought him with fists and kicks. His hold firmed, and shooting pain exploded over my scalp. He landed a punch to my gut.

His laughter was loud and frank unlike Asher's who had a habit to laugh shyly, spasmodically. He wore black, all black from his t-shirt to his pants. Asher rather preferred black and white and moreover he liked shirts rolled up to his elbows. He liked it sophisticated and formal and on the other side I had hardly seen Virat in shirts. I noticed he had a thick, dense beard and Asher on the other side had a light stubble in perfect proportion to his fair skin. Virat's arm was full of tattoos. They intrigued me to some extent though I was not very interested. Asher didn't have a great appreciation for them.

“This is absurd!” More than ten strong, burly men were gathered in a luxurious villa. They were all muscular Muricans with thick brows and large eyes. They were smoking, and their bodies were covered in tattoos. One could tell at one glance that these were not men to be trifled with. A giant of a man, two meters in height and built like a bear, was seated at the main seat. There was a long scar and a ferocious expression on his face. One could tell at one glance that he was the ganglord who held a very high position.

Oh good, mine and Carmen’s training stuck with them. “You could break his nose too,” JT grumbles under his breath. I wink at him and blow him an air kiss. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Capone.” All I get is a grunt in return. JT’s nose is taped up and molten, which doesn’t diminish how gorgeous he is in the slightest. His blonde hair is gelled back again, and he is wearing a black silk button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons are undone. A charcoal pinstriped vest is over his shirt to match his slacks. He has a gold Rolex on one wrist and a black leather vambrace on the other. He looks like a tan, golden god.

"It has been a while." "Well, I am not excited to see you." “We want to speak to Alpha Summer or Luna Rodha. We come in peace.” Puffing another smoke, he pushed his body away from the wall he had been leaning against, taking steps forward into the light. A handsome man with tattoos around his neck, and a piercing on his nose, the same height as Viktor and bulky, came to view. If he wasn't wearing that arrogant smirk on his face and the skinny jeans, he would have passed for breathtaking. The brown shirt that he left open did no justice to his attire, but his hard abs showed enough.

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

a deep male voice reverberates throughout the space, its owner yet to be seen. I spin around to face the voice, I'm greeted by a sight straight out of a telenovela. Valtor's tall, with an unmistakable air of high-society swag. A deep tan frames his angular features, his dark, thick hair brushing his shoulders in perfect waves. And that mustache? It's the kind of well-groomed masterpiece that screams “old money” from a mile away.

The little terror loved female attention. All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to winning, I always went for the kill, even with him.

Viper says and points to the guy right in front of me. He has golden blonde hair that reminds me of wheat growing in the fields. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. He has chiseled features on his face. It is almost perfect except for a scar under his right eye. But the scar doesn’t take away from his attractiveness. He is wearing a kutte but I can't tell what club it is. But I see his patch that says he is the Sgt. At Arms. The man is built like a brick house. I think his muscles have muscles. " Nice to meet ya" And offer him my hand. Instead of shaking it he turns it and kisses the top. "Ma'am"

since I wasn’t ready for this impact I ended up falling flat on my stomach on wet floor…. “AAhhhh…..” I cried in pain but quickly sat back on my knees and turned my head only to see a big man wearing a dark color armor suit standing in door frame…. he looked like some solider with a cold personality, an old but very long cut scar was present on his left side of his face which was starting from forehead and coming all the way down and vanishing into his long yet groomed mustache and beard…