Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

asks Dane as he looks over at me. I sit and think. Looking at him, he's not a bad looking guy. His long legs are wrapped in muscle, as well as his arms. He's tall too. Dane isn't a really beefy guy. He's a little lean compared to the really beefy guys, but he's not skinny either. He has just the right balance.

The man seems to be in his early forties, but with such god-like looks, his age is something women of any age would not hesitate to overlook. Like Mathew, the man is huge and muscular, dressed in faded jeans and a spotless white shirt with the two top buttons left open, showing the tanned and smooth skin of his throat. The clothes fit his healthy frame like they were made with him in mind, complimenting his powerful thighs, abs and shoulders. Emily can only stare at him, surprised by the reaction she has towards an older man.

enchanting. The next male my eyes took a look at, had a blue shirt on, the few buttons he'd left undone provided a good view of his masculine chest, his straight nose, V-shaped face was stunningly holding the attention toward him. Unlike the previous male, his hair was not curly but it wasn't flat either. He could easily take anyone's breath away.

medium", but with nothing to compare it to, that word doesn't do much to describe them. The last time I got measured for bra size, they were undecided between 34C and 36B. I have one bra of each size, but rarely wear either. But that should at least give you an idea what I look like. Now as for my dad, he's closer to six feet tall. He's got dark blonde hair that he lets lie however it wants. It's longer than most boys I know, but not long enough that it hangs down over his ears or anything. Unsurprisingly, he usually looks good the moment he lifts his head from his pillow in the morning. Conversely, I usually have to spend over an hour in the bathroom every day to make myself "presentable".

Never hesitates. Even his own men call him “the Machine.” He stands at 6'5, massive, broad—like a god sculpted in iron and tailored in Armani. Not that I’m short, but next to him? I feel like prey. I’ve heard women talk about him like he’s a walking fantasy. And I get it now. Jet black eyes, devil-crafted bone structure, and a smile that makes you feel like sin. Even in agony, my heart does something stupid.

They were clearly two of Nate’s trusted warriors. At the bottom of the stairs stood another man who looked no older than 21 years old. His mousy brown hair was neatly swept to the right, flicking at the end. He was nearly as tall as Nate, but not quite. My guess was that he was around 6’3”. His build was similar to Nate’s as well, only a fair amount smaller. His tanned skin tone was complimented with his deep, chocolate eyes and his thick, brown eyebrows. Again like Nate’s, his jaw was sharp enough to slice your finger on and his cheekbones were incredibly defined. He stood tall in a black, slim fit, t-shirt and black jeans. His arms were folded, allowing his abnormally large biceps to stret

He really looks like my dream guy, I can't really explain what he looks like. As he walked towards me, my eyes turned towards him, drawn in by his striking presence. He stood at least six foot four, his towering frame commanding attention, and his broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit perfectly. His chiseled features were like something out of a sculptor's workshop - strong jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through you. He moved with an easy grace, every step deliberate and confident. His voice was deep and rich, a rumble that sent shivers down your spine. When he smiled, his teeth gleamed like pearls, and his laughter was infectious, filling the r

Shit. At 42, he looked even better than I remembered. Way better. That salt-and-pepper stubble framing his strong jaw. Those piercing gray eyes that seemed to see right through you. And his body... oh my god. Muscles straining against his fitted black shirt, broad shoulders, arms that looked like they could lift anything. He was tall, towering really, with that rugged vibe from all his construction work.

It wasn't hot enough to cause serious damage but it was definitely hot enough to make me jump. Once the sensation wore off, I finally looked up to see who had crashed into me, and I was met with that same pair of eyes that I had just been freaking out over. I tensed, unsure of what to say as Alan held my gaze. He wasn't bad looking, though I'd say he wasn't particularly good looking either. He was about 4 inches taller than me, and he wasn't muscular or skinny, but he wasn't fat either. He was one of those men who tended to hold whatever weight he had right in his belly.

Slowly and curiously. An adorable male frame dwarfs me beneath it, and I take a minute to take in his bewitching allure. He is gorgeous in all conventional ways; his skin tone is between fair and pale, and he is flawless. I anticipate his eyes, which are hidden behind the black shades, to be extremely deep and golden brown. His square jaw and high cheekbones frame his face perfectly. He is not the common, muscular, alpha male with 8-pack abs and 16-cm biceps, but he can indisputably stand out in a crowd of millions. His moist, full, pink lips are something that any straight girl would give anything to lick. He is, in short, charming. Breathtaking. Someone that any straight woman would swoon