Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Mga Nobela at Kwento

BRANDO’S POV I was fucking handsome, A male created well with everything a lady always wanted in a man. I got a broad muscular body shape, extremely tall in height, which made streams of ladies dying to have me as their man My hair were brown in color which was matching well with my eye color. I was pretty sure that lots of ladies were extremely obsessed with tall-length guys, which I was. I happened to be a twenty years grown man, with a scanty beards on my jaw. I wasn’t opportune to be blessed by the god of Mesa, who distributes beard.

Among his recent relationships where he found himself in a new kind of relationship, that time, when he thought about his difficulties, how everything could be different. He was tall, muscular with white hair, a half-breed of Japanese with European German blond, his statuesque body, his defined body of prominent muscles, a tight outfit, long hair, his size, measuring 1.80 meters in height, he had blue eyes. ice, thick lips and snow-white skin.

Everyone murmured as no one knew that name. They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious.

His eyes were yellow and glowed gently. But his face was probably the most different bit about him, he had a very square face, with a broad nose that looked almost feline, heavy-set brows covering his eyes a little, and his mouth had prominent teeth from his top and bottom jaw. He was also incredibly muscular. Carlos is five-foot-six and an old Mexican man, his tired looking jeans also around his ankles, and a grey checked flannel shirt.

I take the moment to gather my thoughts as I observe him. He’s tall, roughly around 6,4 and he’s got a lean build, but I can see the hard muscles through the white shirt. As for his hair… well, let’s just say it’s this gorgeous blond. It reaches his shoulders, falling in straight waves, framing his sharp face, which is set with sexy grey eyes. Damn… I do have a thing for blonds, but right now I don’t know what to think of him just showing up in the middle of nowhere. I watch him, clutching my cat to my chest.

He looked very tall, comparing his height with Zara's. "My father had long hair," I said smiling. It was shoulder-length hair. It looked good on him. "He did. I loved his curly long hair and gray eyes. His hair made him look different and more masculine compared to the low cuts or medium length hair men kept those days." "What happened to you all? Why did you all fall apart?"

His hair is his traditional messy on top. "What did you do to your tux?" "I didn’t like it." He says this while shrugging his shoulders. "Never mind, we don’t have time," I say this while running my hand through my hair. I have medium-length hair, but mine isn’t as curly as Kendrick’s or Samson’s.

The trio looked in the direction of the voice, and they saw a muscular middle-aged man who was wearing a pair of sports shorts and a t-shirt as he jogged all the way to them. Charlie could not help but look at the middle-aged man. The other party was about 1.8 meters tall, and he had a very well-proportioned body with muscles all over. He looked like he was only in his early forties. Moreover, the other party was only wearing so little clothes for a run on such a cold day. So, it was obvious that this person had excellent physical fitness.

There was a man in the far corner who had probably been there the entire time but she didn’t notice because of how occupied her mind was. He was tall, well built and looked to be in his late forties. He was the definition of aged like fine wine. He looked his age but at the same time… Fuck it! The man was sexy as hell! He had long hair that was pulled back into a delicious looking ponytail and warm brown eyes that looked vaguely familiar but Rain couldn’t put a finger on it as to why it was familiar. “Real fucking long,” Rain said, not being able to stop herself from cursing.

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.