Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

Eli unbuttoned his blazer as he took the seat opposite the disgruntled man. Barry Carrolton, a medium-sized man in his late thirties with short-styled dark hair and pale blue eyes, was wearing a crisp white buttoned-down shirt and brown slacks. But even with his expensive apparel, he didn't hold a torch against Eli, who towered over him at six-foot-two with his Adonis-like features, short dark blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, thin lips highlighted by the dimple on his chin.

There was a longsword in between his legs. It was a normal-looking longsword. It was an arm’s length with a width of half a finger. It looked unremarkable. The wind blew, and some of the leaves fell onto the old man’s body, while some fell on the ground beside him. Other than that, the old man’s hair was long. It was combed back and was almost reaching his waist. It was as if he had been waiting here for a few years, someone or something, and had not gotten a haircut.

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.

Unlike me who was only 165 centimeters tall. His skin was copper-colored with muscles that were clearly visible under the black short-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing. Faded jeans with rips at the knees added an undeniable macho impression. His hair was slightly long, tempting my fingers to run through the thick strands. Just thinking about it makes one part of my body instantly tighten. Damn, this guy is not very good for my self-defense. And what color are his eyes? Dark brown? Or dark blue? Or hazel? The color is very unclear from where I'm standing right now even though the sun is still shining brightly.

Perhaps he was drunk too and the 'language' was just drunk babbling? The shadowy figure seemed to smile at me before they stood up and lowered themself down to the ground. The roof they were on wasn't particularly high up, but it was still a fair distance that even I winced when they landed on the ground. Now that I could see them better, I could tell that this person was male and that they roughly stood about six or so feet tall, perhaps a little bit taller. I myself stood relatively short, truth be told. I barely made it past five-foot, give or take a few inches. This man also had shoulder-length hair, though it was tied up in a ponytail out of the way and it was a deep red tone. Someone o

I said as I took in his appearance. Miall cut off his hair. As much as I loved the long hair because of how much I got to play with it, this look right here did things to me that I didn't even want to admit. His hair only reached his nape; he kept the sides short and the middle a bit longer than the sides, and I was all for it. Right in between a whole mature man and a going adult male, perfect for both their personalities. "Huh, you even did the eyebrow," I gasped as I touched his face. "Man, you look really, really hot," I said through my teeth, and he chuckled.

“that’s good. He probably has family and stuff. Right?” He shrugged. Then he turned to face me fully. I could admit that the man was extremely good looking. Over six feet tall, shaggy black hair that was a cross between looking like he had just woken up like that and he had taken hours to perfect it into that particular look. His suit looked expensive, the material fine and the outfit well tailored to his frame. “Now to the only question of any import here, what the hell are you doing here, Cathleen?” his eyebrows were pulled down in confusion.

She quickly turned and almost gasped when she saw a man standing in the middle of the rooftop. The man was tall, almost six feet, if Rie was not mistaken. His muscles were very prominent in the simple white shirt that he’s wearing. His black hair was messy, as if a strong wind had blown on it. A few of its strands were covering the upper half of his face. But she could still see a straight nose and a set of sharp jaws with a night worth of stubbles. Rie might not be familiar with males because she grew up in a place filled with females. But she would say with confidence that this guy was probably someone that others would consider ‘handsome’.

My heart raised, and pleasure gripped me as his pair of unique red eyes fell on my body, my heart fluttered at the sight of how cute he was. The man in front of me was the pure definition of striking. He was really different from every other man I've laid my golden eyes on, from his look to his personality. He has this perfect Revan hair that was packed in three styles, the middle part was packed In a ponytail, the lower part fell freely off his back, and some nice quantity of strands that fell freely off his forehead and seated perfectly on his chest. He was seated there in a piece of two black suit that revealed enough quantity of his ripped muscle.

Something wasn't right with him and he felt uneasy. He held his right hand up in the air with his hands folded into a fist, and the howling which was beginning to sound like a song in my ears stopped. The man was built just like Jacob, about six feet tall with enough chest muscles bulging through the round neck top he wore. He looked way older than Jacob, he was probably in his thirties. His dark hair was shaggy, and he refused to shave the protruding beard that seemed to be covering almost half of his face.