Novel & Cerita A Man

kinakabahang tanong niya habang pinagmamasdang mabuti ang lalaki. The man in front of her was downright handsome. Kulay-silver ang buhok nito. Naka-leather pants, leather jacket at leather boots. Hindi gumalaw ang lalaki sa kinatatayuan na ikinapanatag niya kahit paano. If this man would try something funny, makakatakbo siya agad papasok sa loob ng bahay. At dapat iyon ang gawin niya kasi estranghero ang kaharap, pero may sariling isip ang katawan niya na nanatiling nakaupo sa hagdanan.

Tanong ko at sinubukan muling tingnan siya. This man has this innocently-looking, but dangerous. I don't know how to explain it. Nakadagdag pa sa kagwapuhan niya ang antok niyang itsura at magulong buhok. White t-shirt is so good on him! Sobrang linis tingnan kahit na simple lang. I can't handle it.

But he seemed kind and inviting. He was a tall man with a warm smile that reached his eyes, exuding an air of confidence yet approachability. His dark, wavy hair contrasted with his bright blue eyes, giving him a mysterious allure. His simple attire hinted that he was a nice and decent person, and the faint scent of cologne lingered in the air around him. Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and curiosity about this enigmatic man named Celsius Montgemetry.

Sigaw naman ng isang lalaking naka-topless. Napatitig ako sa gwapong mukha ng nagsalita. His voice is actually manly and he also has a good figure. Napatingin ako ng pataas at pababa sa buong katawan niya, may six-pack abs and broad shoulders. Cool. “Wow!” Wala sa sariling usal ko. The man frowned and knocked his knuckles lightly in my forehead. “Tapos mo na ba ako pagpiyestahan sa isip mo?” Tanong pa ng lalaki habang naiinis na napahawak sa noo niya.

Today is Sunday, so probably, lahat kami ay nasa bahay lang. Dala ng kuryosidad ay sinilip ko kung sino ang nasa kusina, pagkakita ko sa nagluluto ay halos malaglang ang panga ko. A topless man wearing only black stripe with white boxer short tapos naka suot ng apron na kulay blue. Naka-side view ito kaya kitang-kita ko ang hugis ng katawan nito. Mula sa malalaki nitong braso na may lumalabas na mga muscles twing gumagalaw na kay sarap kapitan o hawakan, himasin at magpakulong. Matambok nitong dibdib pati pwet. God, this man is a definition of, Perfect. He is so hot. Ang sarap lang niyang pagmasdan. Unti-unti itong lumingon sa akin ng mapansin akong nakatayo doon at nakatingin sa kanya sabay

Mabango ang amoy ng mamahaling tsaa na nakapalibot sa hangin. Isang lalaki lang ang nakaupo sa lamesa. Mukha itong isang nasa early thirties, at suot ang isang madilim na grey na jacket na may mataas na kwelyo. Maganda ang tela nito at sakto ang sukat sa kanya, na nagpapakita ng kanyang malapad na balikat at tuwid na pag-upo.

Bitbit ang malaking pusa, pumasok siya sa pasilyo at papunta na sana sa unahan nang biglang may lumitaw na wheelchair mula sa likod ng isang haligi. A man dressed in black sat in it. His expression was cold and distant. His bony wrist rested against the arm of the wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hand, radiating a dangerous mix of restraint and ruthlessness.

Lihim niyang pinagmasdan ang lalaki. Morris Fuentes, the 28-year-old CEO of Fuentes Shipping Corp., exudes a boyish charm with his tall, handsome frame and soft features. His chiseled jawline and piercing eyes add a touch of sophistication, making him a captivating presence in the corporate world. With an effortless charm, Morris carries himself with the confidence of someone who's accomplished much in his young life. His dark hair is always impeccably styled, and his piercing brown eyes seem to hold a quiet intensity. Despite his serious demeanor, there's a kindness in his gaze that puts people at ease. He has a solid, well-proportioned build, more lean than muscular. He often favors tailor