Beautiful Brute Novels & Stories

My gaze flickered between him and the brute seated before me, I couldn't help but notice the contrast. Where the young man exuded a polished charm, the brute radiated a raw and untamed energy that was impossible to ignore. The stranger was attractive, yes, but in a way that felt almost too perfect. The brute on the other hand was rugged, his presence was overwhelming in a way that was enough to make one’s pulse quicken. The young man's lips curved into a polite smile as he approached me. I couldn't help but smile back at him. “Seriously?” Zoey scoffed loudly in annoyance. “Are you really addressing him as a brute?”

“Good, I want it to turn out beautifully.” With these words, he cut the sleeve of a white shirt, pulling hard on the edges of the fabric. He pressed the girl's forearm to the table and fixed the brush with his knee. With an insane smile on his lips, the Behemoth pressed the cold blade against his skin. The sharp tip easily penetrated the flesh. The man shook his head in pleasure.

His flour-white skin pressed coldly against Brawen as if she were hugging a snowman. Black eyebrows, a small chin with a perfect curve, a beautiful little bridge of the nose that is straight along the face, thin lips slightly parted, eyes of ice blue as transparent as two beautiful ice pearls that nature has purposely created to place into his eyes. Using one hand to lift Brawen's chin close to her, cold eyes swept across her face, a child's voice sounded: "I asked, you were with my brother, right? You smelled of him, Juventus there!". Brawen also stared at the boy. The problem isn't that he's handsome or the love of lightning stares at each other like in TV, but because he's the one she doe

Unlike the other males she saw here, Brucie had short blonde hair with oaken brown eyes, and a slight roguish expression on his face. He had a scar running vertically to his nose, yet it did not put Catherine off. She found scars to be attractive, especially since Zion had one as well. He leaned forward, catching her gaze with his, drawing her into smiling. Brucie was handsome. Just like the others, which only made her even more interested in him. Everyone else treated her like a child, yet here he was, treating her like a woman, instead. It was comforting.

It still doesn't make it right, but I currently wonder to myself if I'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should. The door squeaks open, yanking me out of the frightening haze. When I turn to see who it is that has decided to disturb my quiet depression, Brixton is standing there with dark eyes filled with pools of rage, which astounds me beyond belief. His gaze grows threatening and possessive, sending a chill down my spine and causing me to shiver. I take a deep breath and slowly swallow as he gets closer, hands in pockets, and a gun visibly tucked into his waistband. The sun is shining today, and the rays bounce off of him, highlighting the stunning features that make up his physique.

Inevitable. Beautiful. Terrifying. Perfect.

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

exclaimed the crowd. "No wonder they say she's the school's beauty," said Ethan. “Whoo! You’re beautiful!” exclaimed Lucy. “Go Belle!” Bruce gasped at her beauty. She was indeed fairer and prettier than any women he have ever seen. Her hands strung the lute, and it sent a wave to mesmerize the whole crowd. He gasped as he stared at her beautiful face. Soon the music played, and she started playing her lute. She weaves around the stage dancing elegantly. Her dress floats around making her look like she's a goddess descending from heaven. "How could such a beautiful woman be my enemy?" thought Bruce. He clenches his hand tightly as he wanted her. He couldn't wait for this competition to be ove

She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Agatha knew Maurice since she's become popular earlier than her. As last year's female winner, Maurice was really a goddess. Last year, when she was sitting at the audience seats, she quietly did a comparison between Maurice and Misty and admitted to herself that the former was actually way charismatic than the other. The beauty level was the same, but Maurice Jensen, despite having a violent tendency, was a natural stunner. If the girl did nothing but stand next to Misty, or even Cloe, she'd appear a bit more beautiful due to her endless charm, which the two fell short a bit. There was also a bit of aura on her that makes her like someone from the hi

I liked the Carter Pack. They were thinking massively out the box. I would definitely follow their idea, but what they were talking was not possible. I blew out my mouth hard as I listened to the two talk. Beautiful ass girls with high intelligence was sexy. Not only was Naomi and Briselle smart, their beauty gave them the most attention. And it was not just Naomi and Briselle that were gorgeous; their whole pack was stunning.