روايات وقصص ضمن Vegeta Gt Mustache

"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.

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

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…

Goddess he is a piece of art. He stood at a height of 6'3 with a strong build, I could see the outline of each muscle through his fitted shirt. He had a millitary buzz cut which gave out a 'don't mess with me' aura. He had sharp features but what stood out the most were his narrowed moss green eyes under his bushy eyebrows. His lips which weren't too think nor too thin were stretched in a straight line. He is my mate. My true mate. "Celeste!" A soft push on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, I turn to my left to find Theo staring at me with a frown.

He’s too big to miss, but there was no way he was standing there when I crawled over. I am frozen as he saunters, at least I think that’s what he is trying to accomplish, towards me. I just stand and stare at this cartoonish looking, arrogant asshole. He is huge, way bigger than my guys, with long, stringy hair the same midnight black shade as Mike’s and the same hazel eyes. Those are the only family traits though. Vincent’s shoulders have got to be as wide as I am tall, but his waist is tiny, like him and I probably could wear the same belt tiny. It gives him a top heavy look. The muscles in his shoulders and chest are puffed up like balloons and he has no neck. I think this would be

The guy keeps yelling and his yelling is getting louder and louder, but everyone keeps ignoring him. That guy has bushy hair and a thin beard and he only wears brown pants, brown leather shoes and a black cowboy hat. 2 ammo chain tattoos are crossing from his right shoulder and left shoulder to his waist drawing X on his front and back. No wonder everyone considers him like trash. You must think so by just a glimpse of his look. Alfi and Kartika run towards him. “Hey, did you mean Waku-waku? A group of polka dot cloaked folks who are about to invade this town?” Alfi asked agitatedly.