Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

She knew that he was struggling with a lot of things, when it came to angel related things. It took a while, but they had finally found the person that they were looking for. A man, who looked to be in his mid thirties. A no noncsed kind of guy. With short, but curlish blond-red hair that came down to his neck. That went well with his high cheek bones.

Why else would he come to her house just to talk? She cleared her throat and stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye. His veiny arms flexed as he gripped the wheel. He looked incredibly handsome in his blue long-sleeved polo, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulder-length hair was tied into a half-ponytail, making him look even more masculine. She still couldn’t believe a man this handsome was so obsessed with her. He looked older—probably in his mid-thirties, she guessed.

The person on the screen was a Mexican American handsome man with long black shiny hair tied on a ponytail and two strands hanging from the left and right side of his face. His pointy nose, eyebrows with the left eyebrow having an upward v cut. Long lashes and blue eyes. His upper body that was visible to them was broad and it was easier to deduce that his body size was slightly larger than Juma’s. Yet, despite his white skin color, Juma, who was darker, was more handsome than he was.

What the hell, get a hold of yourself, Lia! He's tall, must be over six feet tall and broad shouldered. His body is chiseled to perfection. He doesn't look like he has an inch of fat on him. He has black hair styled with the front ones a bit long and straight, and the back is cut low. It's definitely one of those fuckboy hairstyles. Every inch of him is simply human perfection. I don't even realize I'm still looking at him, eyes locked on his perfect features, until he speaks again.

We stare at each other with the same stern expression as we check out one another. He was huge and tall, the exact opposite of me. He had black wild hair, and black medium length beard that made him look much older than twenty eight. It made him look extra manly and masculine especially since it was supported by broad shoulders, hard rippled arm muscles, and no doubt a well shaped six pack underneath his black, button down, long sleeve shirt. The shirt was untucked, and the sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. He was wearing a black skinny jeans underneath.

Richard growled. The crowd of people separated making a way in the middle, and there stands a 6'5 man with brown chocolate hair cut from the sides and long on top with little flecks falling on his scalp, he had muscles and some veins where popping out from his arms, he was wearing a shirt which he folded its arm length to his elbows and he wore black tights jeans with black boots, he looked like he's from some bike gang or something,with two sets of brown eyes.

He has beautiful blue dreamy eyes, bluer than the ocean itself. His blond hair is long, almost reaching the end of his neck, and is designed beautifully and fluffily from the front. He is 6 feet 4 inches tall and has a slim body type with 6 abs. His shoulders and chest are broad, with a long waist. He has light handsome facial hair.

How can it suddenly feel different after years of it feeling one way? I’ve always appreciated that he was an attractive male. He stands at a solid six foot two, his jet black hair is short on the sides but the top falls past his shoulders when its out. Today though, its pulled up into a bun. His jaw is chiselled and defined, coated in a light stubble. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him clean shaven. He’s wearing a loose linen shirt, but his built form is still evident underneath it. His pants are tight, the ends tucked into his combat boots.

The man had black hair, it was plaited into thick braids that was knotted into a thicker braid at the back, the long braid thrown on one shoulder falling down to his stomach. He had a big build, a build that Elizabeth found herself comparing to Knight Sebastién Wright. His shoulders were broad, and muscles thick and hard, pressing against the black button up long sleeve, each taut muscles outlining from his black long sleeve.

Ravenna's eyes widened as she realized it was the same man from the mall, the one who had been covered in blood and caused a scene. Now that he wasn't drenched in blood and looked relatively normal, she noticed he was quite handsome. He was 6'3" with long black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular, tattooed body. She couldn't help but feel a bit flustered as she tried to regain her composure. His hair was slicked down, and he wore what looked like an expensive suit. Ravenna also noticed watch, it looked like it was worth a small fortune.