Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

Up close, she was scary looking with a straight, unreadable face. “Whatever it is. I don't care, let's get this over with” another male said. This one had short hair with a scar on his forehead. Well-built with toned muscles everywhere. He was wearing the same clothes as Jordan. Both men had their distinct traits. Jordan looked a little more intimidating than.

Why I haven't noticed him yet. OMG! he looks like a Greek god. He has grey eyes with perfect sharp jaw lines. Fair colour with 1 day old stubble. He was looking hell like handsome. He was taller than me. I have a decent height but he was taller than me maybe 6 or so. And his body is just something that you can't ignore. Perfect muscles, not too big or not too small. And from his shirt you can see his toned muscle and steel wall like chest which must be having 6 or 8 packs abs. Oh I just want to see them.

They are deliberately there with their proud muscled chest peering us down using their blank cheques. A second later, I saw the first batch of men approaching us as if we were just pretty things inside a beautifully-crafted glass cages. Some are holding a glass of wine and a cigarette on their mouth. Some are walking around with their hands inside their pants and their piercing eyes on us. I caught the eyes of a man in his early-thirties. I studied his appearance. He's handsome. He's not like the other men in his ranks in terms of physical appearance. He's just your average handsome neighbor type of guy.

He looked to be in his twenties, had bushy eyebrows, and had large, lively eyes, which made him look very masculine. Behind that young man, another young man in his twenties followed. This man had a sharp and angular face with soft and pleasant facial features. He was also dressed to the nines and held flowers and gifts in his hands. After that, a third young man followed. This person had a cold but handsome face as well as a sharp aura around him. His expression was stiff and frozen, and his steps were steady as he came in with a bouquet. Then, a fourth young man followed. This man had a warm smile as gentle as a spring breeze and his enchanting eyes were very attractive. He gave off the im

It seems his mood would be worse if he had. In the growing light of the spacious workspace, the man's sharp features become more noticeable. He is in his mid-thirties, clean-shaven, with piercing eyes, and stands several inches over six feet tall. He is impeccably groomed, wearing a crisp white button-down shirt with a high collar, a neat blood-red Jacquard puff tie, and a charcoal gray tweed single-breasted vest, exuding an aura of old-money style. A silver chain from a pocket watch glints in his front right pocket.

Oh my god, he was gorgeous. He grinned at me, dimples forming on either side of his mouth. White teeth. Plush pink lips. A golden hue to his skin. Clean shaven to show off his unbelievably sharp jawline. Had to be in his mid-thirties. The man stood tall over me, even in my six-inch heels. Had to be nearly 6'4".

Nodding, we move to return our focus back towards the front. A male. Possibly no older than 19 now stands before us in only a pair of silk boxers. My eyes carefully roaming along his perfectly tall and lean body. His torso perfectly defined with developing muscles as well as around his arms and legs. The thought of what he could possibly offer now endless.

He let out a breath but didn’t say anything. I will admit, Grey is a really good-looking man. He stands around 6’ 4 with short light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. He has a strong rounded jaw. Cute as hell dimples when he smiles. He’s very strong but with lean muscles. Not lanky but not bulky. He’s the perfect build. “Grey, I got a question.” I said as I took my hand off his hair and sat down in front of him. I grabbed the blanket I brought with me and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I narrow my eyes to observe them, scanning them from head to toe. The man in front appears slightly older than me, with highly expressive and dramatic features. His hair is straight, styled with gel, and barely an inch long. The aura of an older man is distinct. My lips twitches into a smug. At least he’s not cheap. I roll my eyes as the thought comes into my mind. He’s dressed in a white tee and blue denim, or so it seems, because I can’t see what he’s wearing underneath. His eyebrows are thick, and he has a light, well-maintained beard and a sharp nose. His jawline could cut through anyone’s heart effortlessly. Broad shoulders, a toned chest, big pecs, and a well-built physique.

To avoid seeming too eager, I count to thirty in my head, using the time to study his features now that he’s closer. Of course the first thing I notice about him is he’s good looking. He has a broad brow, strong, hairless jaw, good complexion and a gorgeous head of straight black hair that sticks up in wild spikes that look, adorably, like cowlicks. Beneath defined black brows, his eyes are almond shaped, thin, with tiny folds at the corners, and he looks young—younger than someone who’d spent eight years in the Army immediately after high school. He’s average height for a man, which is a head taller than me, and though spare, he’s broad-shouldered and clearly strong. Except for the longish