Novel & Cerita Brooding Dark Haired Man

And I also witnessed some of it earlier at the cave. "Who are you?" Knoxx barked. "The name is Brody." With a towel, he wiped the sweat and hung the towel on his neck. There was something to this man which drew me to him. I wondered what it was? Brody had a rugged look with stubborn stubbles of hair under his chin. His hair was tied in a bun which reminded me of the cigarette commercials I watched on the television before. There was a glaring scar on his left stomach. It seemed like it was a stab wound.

he demanded. The hooded man smirked, half of his face obscured by the shadows cast from the hood of his cloak. With one swift motion, he reached up and pulled back the fabric, revealing himself. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the harsh, angular features of a man I somewhat recognized as the Beta of New Moon Pack came into view. His ice-blue eyes were narrowed menacingly, glaring daggers at Chris as a cruel sneer twisted his lips. “You don’t recognize me?” the man asked Chris when Chris gave no indication.

She looked over her shoulder with a frown, wondering which bastard was out to kill her this time. The man had dark, silky hair that swept forward to form a slight bang over his forehead, framing his pale, almost ethereal face. His eyes were deep and shadowed, exuding a dark, gloomy aura. He had thin, pouty lips, and his appearance was almost feminine, yet there was something unnervingly cold about him.

The man closer to the hood of the car was big and looked like a bodyguard, while the other man had a presence that could not be ignored. Nina’s attention was completely taken by the other man. The moment they arrived in front of this man, Nina saw him smile. “Nina, I suppose?” His strong voice called out, causing Nina to involuntarily shiver. Nina looked at him and assessed his appearance. The man was slightly shorter than Rogan. He stood at around six feet. He had a menacing appearance with sharp, angular features. His coal-black hair was slicked back, and his eyes were a piercing crimson red. He wore dark, and somewhat ominous, clothing that made Nina feel that it matched his malevolence.

When I nod at Xavier, he rips the hood off the man. Gagged with a sock, the hunter blinks his eyes up at me. Sweat gleams across his forehead, and a weird smell oozes out of his pores, making my stomach churn. “Cut his shirt off,” I say to Brody as I continue to look at the silent hunter. His eyes are full of rage, like madness has set in. The veins in his arms bulge as he tries to break free from the chains that bind him. Brody gags. “What the fuck! Did he ingest a can of rotten spray?”

Brody towered over him like a mountain and he would have to look up to see the other man. There were too many muscles on Brody so it would be hard to hurt him and there was no way in hell Seven would be able to lift Brody up no matter how strong he was. This was going to be bloody. I just knew it. Seven did not put on a show the way Brody did. He just walked inside calmly and took his position where he stood straight. He had dark hair that fell into his eyes but he held it back with a band and his hands were fisted at his sides as he watched Brody who was now parading himself in front of him.

Pain suddenly pierces through my skull. ‘Bring his heart to me,” the words slither into my mind, and I curl my hands into fists, my claws elongating. The door finally creaks open. And there he is. Mr. Broody. He looks much worse than before. Almost like he’s barely standing. He smiles weakly. “You make me want to spank you, sweet thing. If you keep glaring at me, I’ll be forced to fuck that frown out of your face,” he drawls, and against my better judgment, my stomach flips.

The black shirt hiding under the hoodie came to view. The soft light from the moon and the slight blur in my eyes didn't give me a clear picture of the man before me, but I could still see some of his features. The man was tall, very tall. His slightly messy black hair shone under the moonlight, looking like still waters at dusk. His face was firm and he looked like he was trying to suppress anger. His chest heaved slightly, the black top doing little to hide the lines of his physique that flexed with his movements. He was…enchanting but gave off a dangerous aura.

Their hair is long, which is left wild and untamed. "I know. She is a delicate beauty" the Lord agreed. He is a tall man, who looked like he might be in his early thirties. He looks rough with his brute strength to match. His grip on Iris is so strong, that she knows she is going to get bruised.

The living room lights came on. I squinted against the glare. When my eyes adjusted, I finally saw him clearly. Brode was in a dark gray shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing the hard lines of his forearms and several fresh scars. His hair was a little longer than a few days ago, falling loosely over his forehead. It gave that beautiful face an edge of something wild and untamed. He tucked the cleaned pistol into his waistband, stretched both arms along the back of the couch, and studied me through half-closed eyes. A lion sizing up a lamb.