Darry Curtis Physical Description Novels & Stories

Carlton. Carlton strode into the room, his presence commanding attention. Clad in a sleek blue suit with a matching tie that hugged his muscular frame, every contour accentuated by the fabric. His hands, filled with veins, casually slipped into his pocket, adding to his aura of confidence. His hair, styled differently from the last time I saw him, framed his chiseled features perfectly. But it was his azure blue eyes that truly dazzled, drawing me in with their intensity.

He raised his hands, clearly wanting her to help him put on his bathrobe. This was Regina's first time coming into close contact with a man's body. Before, she had boyfriends, but they only stopped at holding hands and kissing. Darryl's body is really masculine and strong. In terms of appearance, Darryl is not the kind of elegant and cautious man like a merchant, he is like a brazen and overbearing soldier. He was tall and muscular, his body strong and toned. He has a manly face, mysterious green eyes and brown skin. Just the slightest of his brows carries an unfathomable danger.

“I ain’t here for you, and I don’t want to hurt you. But I will, if you push me.” Tessa stared up at the man, feeling weirdly off-balance. He was tall and broad-shouldered, but his stomach and arms were flabby, and his blond hair was full of gray. Despite the fat and the signs of age, his strength was enormous. Something about him was familiar… and that was when she saw it. She froze, too shocked to even struggle anymore. Curtis’ chin. Curtis’ mouth. Curtis' nose. Oh, fuck. Oh, no.

Dalton was now a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't sporting the cropped look anymore. It was now spiked up but a bit disheveled for a sexy effect. He was tall, around six-foot-two and his forest green eyes - one of his best attributes that I loved to gaze all day - was sparkling, and filled out like a killing machine, all thanks to being a quarterback of the football team.

He scooted closer to her in a flirty manner. Margot's cheeks burned up as she avoided his gaze in an embarrassed manner. She snorted and said, "You are very confident." Curtis frowned and asked, "How so?" "Huh?" Margot was stunned. She wanted to explain, but she was equally speechless. Curtis was a CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions. He was 6.1 feet tall and was even born with a handsome face. He did have the grounds for his confidence, after all.

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

“...Well I mean... they dared me to come talk to you.” I looked at him a little cautiously. “You talking to me is a dare?” I asked as I watched the tips of his ears turn red. He had shoulder-length dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes that matched and a cute little dimple on his chin. He stood around six feet tall with an average lean build. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but I already knew who I wanted, and he was back home.

As he walked into the pub, all eyes fixed on him. His curly short hair, chocolate brown eyes, pointed nose, pale skin, red lip, tall and strong, a face that held roughness of a man, walk that displayed arrogance of wealth. Broad shoulders tampered in perfectly built abs, the black suit is nothing but a fabric that appeared as a pompous invitation for a magnificent show. His name is Davis Del Rio. His dressing code wasn't for a pub and one might think he came here mistakingly. He walked to the counter top and ordered for a bear. He squeezed his way past the people dancing and went to a corner.

He had a smile on his face. "Oh my boy," Jack whispered and inhaled deeply. "Well that's all I can see apart from the grasses, "Darrell said with a smirk. Darrell is a regular six feet tall teenage lad, though he is just nineteen he was taller than his uncle Jack, he had an oval-molded face with a pointed nose, a set of two blue eyes, and a pink lip-shaped like a heart, and whenever he smiles his cheeks always reveals a well-dotted dimple making him more cuter than his usual self. Presently he is putting on a yellow long sleeve top with a blue short.

'Yeah, but this guy is a tank! He’s got to be at least 6’6” compared to Landry’s 5’6”, with cropped hair the colour of cedar with just a hint of curl to it. Skin the colour of freshly baked gingerbread that would hint at a mixed racial background and eyes the colour of peanut butter. 'Any more food references you want to throw in?' Bee chuckles. If I could, I’d poke my tongue at her.