Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

Though I didn't turn around, I kept myself alert, not knowing what to expect. "So, Laia Parkers is already here." A crisp clear male voice resonated from behind. A primly rose up and turned behind to face the owner of that quite interesting voice. In front of me stood a man about 30. He was simply dressed in black trousers, a white t-shirt and a grey blazer. And as for his visuals, I would give him a 10 out of 10. It looked as if he had walked straight out of a novel, -quite large eyes with black pupils, sharp nose, neat lips, a quite small face which kinda proportionately matched with his tall physique. Maybe this is what they call the 'divine proportion' or the 'golden ratio'.

he said kindly. Malia was unmoved and ignored the man's greeting. She paid attention to the body proportions of the man who was standing in front of her. Not too tall, not too short. His body looked thin for someone who was 174 centimeters tall. His hands were veined, like someone who often spends his mornings or evenings at the gym.

And what did he do to deserve this kind of death? I once again cast my gaze towards the man who appeared to be dead. He may have had numerous bruises and been covered in blood, but that does not conceal how attractive he looked. He has a wide, boxy forehead, with a strong brow bone and thick, straight eyebrows, a mid-length, straight nose, with thin and wide lips, flat cheeks, and a square jaw. His hair is dark black, in a messy tapered hairstyle. He might appear to be tall, around 6'1 in height, and is of athletic build and muscular. He seems to be strong and rugged, so how is it possible that he was almost killed in this situation? I examined his bruises, noticing what seemed to be a wound

A ray of bright morning light had dazzled his eyes. The man, who is one hundred and eighty centimeters tall and weighs seventy five kilograms, is quite athletic. Because he has a sharp nose, sharp chin, thick eyebrows, beautiful eyes, Marvin is really handsome. His hair is close-cropped like an office person, even though he hasn't showered, it's still neat. Today, there will be many surprises.

he replied, "but I know you. You were here because you're heartbroken, weren't you? I am too. How about let’s help each other out?" Even though I have already lost count of how many glasses of beer and wine, I can still see things better. The man sitting next to me is probably in his thirties. He possessed a tall and lean physique, standing at approximately 180 cm, with a well-toned build. His face has a defined jawline and high cheekbones, giving him a chiseled and captivating look. Not bad. His skin is clear and smooth, giving me the impression that he is health-conscious. And the one thing that captivated me the most about him was his large, almond-shaped eyes.

as he looks at me for a split second. "Ahh, yes, I'm okay, I guess, just anticipating what is to come." I reply as I look over at him. He is pretty good looking for a guy that looks to be around 45 years old, with a full head of grey hair and a strong build, that you can tell he got from doing the lifting that is needed for his job as a mover.

Marcus. He was 48 but looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury watch ad. Tall — easily 6’3” — with broad, powerful shoulders that filled out his crisp white linen shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled back, and those piercing blue eyes scanned her from head to toe with unmistakable interest. His jaw was strong, with a hint of stubble, and when he smiled, it was slow and predatory, revealing perfect white teeth.

Crazy biceps, I could see them through the suit! I opened the door quickly....too quickly "Good evening sir?" I greeted calmly, then let my eyes wander. Tall, not as tall as Jason though, but quite tall for a man his age Oops, I forgot to tell you, he looked like someone in his early thirties maybe. Tiny lips, not so tiny though, enough to do wonders on my nipples. Chest? Wide as fuck, I wanted to rest my head on it. Get a grip on yourself, Ann! I looked away quickly.

LUNAVIA LUMINARI "Uncle, Why are you suddenly here?" Michael said as I turned to him confused, "When did you have an Uncle?" I turned back to look at the man in front of me. He looked like striking gentleman in his 30s, I'm not sure because he looks younger with a strong and masculine presence. His tall and athletic build is emphasized by his broad shoulders and a chiseled physique, showcasing defined abs that definitely proved that he had a strict workout routine. His facial features are equally handsome, Totally my type, with chiseled good looks, a strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through me. And he exudes a confident and charming aura, making me want to spend

I was shocked to my bones. Who wears perfume that expensive? Who even makes perfume that expensive? Yeah, you are right…brands that know that men like Frank exist, men who won't bat an eye before purchasing ridiculously expensive shit as long as it sets them apart from every other person. I glanced up at him and smiled. He stood at a height of 6'2", with a well-built muscular body, the type you see on the front page of Vogue magazine. He looked so dapper and handsome in a plain white designer shirt and a pair of black trousers. His short red hair, nicely combed in style with one escaping its locks on his forehead. His piercing hazel eyes searched my green ones.