Bob Belcher Mustache Novels & Stories

He politely took off his sunglasses and asked, "Is Bella here?" "Um... she's... here..." Bonnie was truly stunned this time. The man in front of her had handsome features, a straight nose, and thin lips forming a determined arc, exuding mature charm from head to toe. Devon was the best-looking man she had ever seen, but compared to the man in front of her, Devon seemed lacking in masculinity, let alone his appearance and physique.

“Nav, this is perfect. Coming home, eating, listening to music. You take care of me like... ah, a wife from the 1950s. He leaned forward to slice the pie, and there was an odd note in his voice as he he said: “That's what friends are for. “However, when he looked up, he was with the same quiet smile as always, half hidden by his mustache and beard. “I really wish you'd shave off that beard,” I said, for the zillionth time. I I was dying to see what his face looked like under all that curly black hair. With the beard, his face had a rounded, youthful shape, more like cute than cute. beautiful. Of course he could be disguising a weak chin or acne scars. “You're too obsessed with appearances. ’

I seem to be used to things they do to me and it hurts to think that won't happen again. I felt Ross' lips touch my cheek. He just created a smack on my skin as comfort and guided me to the other side, where the photo of the three of us was already there; He, Travis and me. It was displayed in the center and on its left side, a man wearing a black tuxedo. He look so fresh guy on his smile, he also looks like Max and Bob, the only difference is his ash blonde hair bit curly. He's so handsome that if I'm not mistaken, girls will chase him once he gets to human town.

I held the urge back to roll my eyes. But what really caught me off guard was how attractive the guy in the middle was. He had dark brown hair and a stubble. I shocked myself, thinking how soft his hair would be if I had let my hands through his hair and rough beard. His hair was like a wavy mess; tousled. He had light blue eyes, I could see slight annoyance in them, but he quickly masked it with an expressionless face. Something told me was a man who doesn't show expressions, for some reason that fact annoyed me. Why business men always had such a face, I never understood.

He got up from his bed and walked to a huge mirror in the room, eying his reflection he smile and he took off his blue denim jacket before straightening up his white polo. Bash is twenty years old, the brown hair that he groomed looked lush and thick. He had entrancing honey brown eyes that most people said were his best features. His face was smooth and he was graced with an aquiline nose that would crinkle up when he laughed. His only blemish was a black dot above his plump lips that in a way added to his boyish cuteness. Bash swung his head to his bedroom door when he heard a knock and hurriedly went to open it, "yes? is it time ?" He asked the male servant who was staring at him with a b

May’s POV I didn’t expect to see his face again. Not on a Tuesday morning. Not on the corner TV mounted above a rusted fridge in the motel common room, flickering between fuzzy news reports and toothpaste ads. But there he was. John Bells, standing behind a podium with the company logo faint in the background. His hair was windswept like he hadn’t slept, suit pressed but eyes clouded. Not the usual titan. Not the billionaire powerhouse. Just a man.

He smiled as he watched me eye the jar of candy. There was just something about his demeanor that made him look carefree and dangerous at the same time. A light pink scar, ran all the way from his right cheekbone to his lips. His beards were properly shaved, only leaving a mustache. Don't get me started on his stature; dude's built like a freaking mountain. Even much bigger than the Alpha supreme himself...um.. Benson? Don't get me wrong, Benson is actually really hot. The blond hair, blue eyes, abs and all the cliche shit like that. He's really tall too, makes him stand out like an Alpha...I guess.

His voice were more masculine now, different from the one he used on the three men before. “How about the mustache and beard? And... Hair?” Jai asked while stacking his token with the new tokens. They were instantly glued to each other and requires a bit of effort to pull them off, just like magnets. “Oh these?” The ‘old man’ pointed at the mustache on his face. “These are cotton candy.” Then the ‘old man’ pulled on his left mustache, which took off very easily, and munched on it. This shocked the little girls that they flinched visibly.

“Calvin!! Every parent loves each and every child, no matter how different they are. So, throw that question out of your mind and heart, okay?” “Okay, Mom.”, Calvin nodded. “Please tell us more about dad. Does he keep a beard and mustache or clean shave?” “Beard and Mustache?” Sophia chuckled. “He hates that and always keeps a clean shave.” * On the other side, a person with a big mustache and beard lifted the sheet from his body. * “He keeps short trimmed hair.”, Sophia explained. * On the other side, that person rolled his long brown hairs, onto his chest, into a bun.