Novel & Cerita Cabello Medio Largo Hombre

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.

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.

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.

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.