Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

what the hell Esta are you seriously analyzing the creepy man? But our eyes have met so many times now that I just couldn't help but notice his well proportioned body, the suit was well tailored to frame his muscles perfectly packed at the right places, you could see a man with an attractive and healthy body If I am correct he stood roughly at six foot five or aix....I don't really know, all together and you get a perfect handsome hunk of a man built to perfection, his eyes made me weak in the knees and the realization only made me very uncomfortable.

I take a close look at all three of them. A man, who looks to be in his early thirties, is in the middle. He has icy blue eyes and a round face with fine lines, he has jet black hair complementing his dark trimmed beard. He is muscular and tall. To his right is a guy, seems in mid twenties, has dark brown curly hair which is really suiting his charming face and charming smile. His cheeks are sunken to an appropriate extent. He, too, has icy blue eyes and is muscular but not more than the middle one.

MADDIE POV I school my expression as I turn to look at the elderly male approaching me. He stands at exactly six feet, with white hair cropped short and a thick white moustache, emerald green eyes sparkle out from under equally thick and bushy white eyebrows. He’s wearing an expensive suit that does nothing to hide his beer gut and overall smarminess. His smile is smug, like he’s happy he finally won something.

Even if they weren't part of the Five, they definitely stood out because of their fancy looks. The male in a delicate suit exuded an air of sophistication and elegance. His dark hair and black pearly eyes made him look intimidating like a cold statue. The male walking next to him was on his phone, talking about something. His light blue eyes had this snake-like dangerous glint, and his chiseled jawline gave off a vibe of distance. Then there was this other male who wasn't wearing a suit but still looked trendy. He had a smug grin on his face.

I found an area to stand that was out of everyone’s way, and waited. Eventually a well built male, who looked to be in his mid-twenties walked in, and moved to the front of the room. He looked a bit like a body builder with his black tank top, and tight shorts. He was just under 6’ tall, with black hair, and gray eyes. He also had tanned skin like he spent a lot of time out in the sun. He was handsome, in his own way, but nobody beat Rowen when it came to looks. He looked at each of us in the eye before he spoke.

When they turned their eyes to the source of the commotion, they saw a tall man standing in the middle of the throng. He was approximately 1.90 meters tall, which made him the center of attention. The man looked around, as if searching for someone. The moment he turned his face, his high nose, firm jaw, and sensual crimson lips made the women around him sigh, as if he had stolen their breath.

Or maybe it's his height as a person on the shorter side; she was always wary of people who towered her. It might have something to do with how good-looking he is, like "feature on the cover of magazine" good-looking. The good-looking that seems designed to make people angry comes off as a kind of challenge to the more ordinary people of the world. Square face. Straight, well-formed nose. The type of fullish lips that are unmistakably masculine. A+ jawline. Very nice hair, in lovely golden brown colour. All although, he looked neat, like one of those OCD people who had a fit whenever something got moved out of its place. Smiling to herself, she could help but imagine doing something to piss

“That look people get when they begin to understand the life they’ve built is nothing like the one they thought it was.” She gave a dry laugh. “You sound like a therapist.” “Not by a long shot.” She spun right back round to him. A male probably late thirties, early forties. Strong jaw, black hair and eyes that seem to have read more books than they have ever watched anything else. He was tall and had a dangerous look about him, but was well dressed. "You always talk to strangers that way?" to strangers like that?"23

He wasn’t what Ava expected. Not at all. He wasn’t older. Wasn’t intimidating in the obvious way. Wasn’t dressed like someone dangerous. He looked… normal. Mid-thirties, maybe. Dark hair. Clean-cut. Well-dressed, but not flashy. The kind of man you could pass on the street and never notice twice. And that, That was what made it worse. Because nothing about him screamed danger. But everything about him felt like it. His eyes moved past Ethan instantly. Landing on Ava.

My name is Amias. I am a pretty average guy. I have an average job with an average salary. An average home, and an average social life. I'm pretty tall, but not much more than average. A full adult life of being a contractor has left me with a muscled upper body and arms, but I admit I have a beer gut and a small spare tire to match. Not good-looking but not a troll either. Really just your average middle-aged guy. Up until 4 years ago, I would have said I had an average sex life. A few serious relationships but never married. A few one-night hook-ups but definitely not a male whore. I don't have any strange fetishes, or out of the norm attractions. My past has been all 1 man, 1 woman encoun