Can You Call A Woman Handsome Mga Nobela at Kwento

Clarisse laughed and got off his body, " I'm not ready to lose my man either. " ' my man'. He blushed, grinning ear to ear. " I love that". " You have a beautiful smile, you've been smiling a lot lately, and you look more handsome, "she said, staring at him like she's been spellbound by him. " Of course, "he raised his shoulder and played with his jaw, " I've always been this handsome; that's why I have women flocking around. " Clarisse eyed him with a fake frown, "You have a woman now if I found one of them with you, I'll shave your head with a shaving stick",

“Most beautiful? Look at that woman over there. That’s what I’d call a peerless beauty.” “Look at that pretty boy. He’s such a scumbag, falling for every woman he sees!” “It’s natural behavior. I would react the same way in the presence of such a beautiful woman. She makes all the others look average.” “What do you men know! At the end of the day, she’s just another woman. What good is beauty without strength?” “That handsome guy is quite something. It’s a pity we can’t serve him.” “Don’t worry, girls! When we become stronger, we’ll have him serve us individually!”

Her eyes lit up as she said, "He has? Let me talk to him please." He handed her the phone as she grabbed it, put it up to her ear, and said, "Hello?" Beau said, "Hello my Princess, I've missed hearing your voice. I hope you're doing okay." She blushed, saying, "I've missed hearing yours and I'm doing fine. How are you?" Beau said, "Busy but everything is going smoothly. We're going to have a great Charity Event this year." She smiled and said, "I'm glad everything's running smoothly Handsome." She thought, 'Did I really just call him that, why did I call him that,' and Beau's heart began to race, while he asked, "So I'm handsome now?" She rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face, saying, "O

Rose craned her neck but it was obvious that she was not interested in anything they were talking about, hence she lay prone on the table. "Is it Master Davis? Has he changed?" "Wow, this woman is beautiful! Do all men like this type of girl? An angelic face with straight and long, black hair... Her figure isn't even that great and it seems like she hasn't been through puberty yet! If she looks like this in photos, I wonder how does she look like in real life."

I tried to make my point, keep my voice low. "Huh!" she grunted in frustration, or mockery, maybe. "Oh, good Lord, Amber! Don't you learn anything from what sister Elise taught us? Men are simple creatures, it's known. And they all are wired in the same way and if you find them oddly nice, it's because they want something. THE THING. It's also known," she hissed, gave me a quick glance on my breast. A filthy witch! "Mary!" "What?" "That's not so nice to assume about THAT, without even knowing him first. Not all men are created equal, this one is different. He is nice and gentle. He actually listens to me when nobody does."

said someone "Ck, you're right that woman is really like a lion when angry. But when you have a lot of money she's going to turn into a cute sweet cat to someone else. It's no secret that her name is the highlight for many men, especially the Adams, especially in the wealthy. A woman who has materialistic nature and very arrogant, but damn she is very beautiful and also sexy. Blinding the eyes of the men who look and stare in awe of her. She is a coutersan, but not all men could get her service. See only caters to men who want to pay her a fantastic price. There's a lot of money that's where she's going to start doing her stunts.

“You are a very handsome and rugged looking man. I can see why the young woman would want to marry you. She is a very lucky woman.” Other than his mother, Ian couldn’t remember a time when a member of the opposite sex called him handsome. His face flushed with embarrassment, delight, and confusion. “You have the face of a French man, not an Irishman,” she continued. “My mother was French.” “There, see. I knew it.” Her eyes softened as they beckoned him to dive into them. “There is no man alive who is more handsome than a French man.” She giggled mischievously. “Even if he does have some Irish blood in him.”

A ridiculous thought slipped into her head. How could a man be this handsome? Being this handsome should be a sin!

I stared at her with DISGUST written all over my face. "What, what's up with that look?" "You never told me you were into old and grumpy men" I walked forward. "Wait a second!... I never said I was into old and grumpy men, Amelia!" she caught up with me. "What…aren't CEOs always old and grumpy men?" "Handsome…I said handsome!... I can't believe this is coming from someone who called her fling Hot, Sexy, Manly, Handsome, Tall, huge di-"

I was indeed the only woman here without company, but that still wasn’t his concern or business. “Why can’t a man see a beautiful lady and just look away?” I replied, my tone edged with irritation. The bearded man’s grin widened and my frown deepened. “Because men are drawn to beautiful and hot things, especially one like you.” His comment was demeaning. I tightened my grip on my composure. “It’s best for you to stay away from hot things, or you might get burned.” I spat. How was this dude even qualified to be called a billionaire?!