Famous Androgynous Men Novels & Stories

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.

A man with long straight hair, blonde ,blue eyes, a literal image of a baby born from a mixture of Barbie and Tarzan. His big eyes, artistic face,soft features and bald jaw line gave him a more feminine look. Nevertheless everything in his body was a complete opposite of his feminine features. His dark outfits complimented his pale skin. The girls noticed his presence, a man that pretty much got them excited but unfortunately he rather went to a gay club. He is here for a reason. “Well, look who we have here”. He winked at Anthonio and brushed his hair to the back of his ear.

After that, he turned to Gopher and Andre, and said indifferently, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Porter Waldron.” “Porter Waldron?!” Gopher was stunned to hear the name. He found it particularly familiar, but he couldn’t put a finger to it. At this time, Andre sneered, “Your name’s Porter Waldron? Damn! No wonder why you’re so arrogant. You have the same name as the famous lord of Ten Thousand Armies!” Then, it dawned on the crowd! No wonder this name sounded so familiar! Porter Waldron, the famous lord of Ten Thousand Armies, was a legendary god-like figure.

Among them is a rich man lying in his bed with his women whom he receives weekly. He revered them, the most beautiful, the rich man, tall and muscular, square-jawed, with gray hair, in that he was one of the rich and influential who commanded the city, he was one of the great wolves that were part of the order of Um-Mu, in which he was tall, a Vitruvian body built of a white marble, one of those responsible for the festivities, one of the rich and famous who lived among the demons and wolves. His name was Adonis Tadeus Demetrius, his gray hair, and eyes, with prominent goatees, pointed, masculine and beautiful look, the fallen angel, as he was called, in which he not only ran his hands over

Andrei laughed loudly. Among these men, Andrei Morotov had the nastiest reputation. He's known for being so dirty when it comes to sex. He wasn't satisfied with just one woman in bed. Andrei Morotov wanted to fuck multiple women at a time, and he wanted his women wild and experienced. He was the most animalistic of their group when it came to sex. “Dammit!” Jax cursed softly.

The Man said to Max then started to walk out of the room. This man was untouchable man of the Los Angeles name JAMES ANDERSON. A 30 year old young man who was the business tycoon and has a secret business which nobody knows. He has many rules in his life but one rule is unforgivable to him was betrayer. He can let go any other mistake but not betrayal. He is the person from which everyone afraid of. He was handsome like a Greek God, He has Dark Brown hair, eyes are hazel in color, Fair complexion of skin, tall in height, Six packs with muscle, aura of a intoxicating person, He was the man that every girl desire for but he is allergic to girl. He thinks that they are troublesome.

What kind of men were they? He spent hours researching them, poring over articles, interviews, and social media profiles. Damon, the CEO, a financial titan with an ice-cold gaze. Elias, the enigmatic artist, his sculptures commanding astronomical prices, his interviews rare and philosophical. Kael, the athletic one, a former Olympian turned sports magnate, his smile a blinding flash. Three distinct personalities, yet all sharing that same dangerous aura, that same undeniable power. He memorized their faces, their public personas, trying to reconcile them with the faceless, primal forces that had consumed him. It was impossible. The public image was too polished, too controlled. The memory wa

They were captivating and haunting all at once, eyes that looked like they could see through to your soul. He had a cute button nose which seemed to further soften his appearance. His lips were full and pink, catching the light with a faint sheen of gloss. He was, quite frankly, breathtaking. So beautiful it was almost unfair. Androgynous in a way that blurred boundaries. Hadrian could easily pass for a woman if he let his hair down. So this was Ian’s mate. The mysterious male Omega I’ve been hearing so much about. It made sense why Alphas would be so fascinated by him. So much so that he was worth a million dollars as a starting bid.

He in deed had the looks that could give any male werewolf a run for his money. Agnar was a born Adonis. He had long black hair, which he tied ponytail style. He had a beautiful cocoa brown eyes. There was also something about his stares. It’s been said that Agnar could look his enemies into submission. He had a macho body build. He was muscles and strength. His brows were perfectly drawn and one feature on his face that stood out too was his lips. Agnar had plump slight red lips that begged to be kissed. He always had his way with women so the females were definitely not his problem.

He didn’t respond immediately, as if he was trying to think of his words carefully. Anders stood, pulling me up with him. He had my hand in his and he looked down at me. The green in his eyes seemed to be ever changing with swirls of silver and gold. His beard made him appear older than he was. I knew that he was around 20, but the facial hair gave him an older, more commanding look. His hair was a little longer. I wasn’t sure if he always kept it this length or if it had just been a little bit since he had the haircut. My hand itched with the desire to run my hand through his hair.