Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

They all looked so masculine, my fake boyish attire and the tightly bound bandages around my chest suddenly felt far too fake— we would definitely be the shortest here. And then I saw them. Four young men stood leaning recklessly against the decorated stone fountain in the center of the courtyard, and they immediately commanded attention from everyone. They were too perfect to be real—tall, athletic, and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt almost unfair to everyone else. Each of them radiated confidence and raw power in their own special ways, their polished uniforms fitting them as if they were tailored by gods. One had striking platinum blond hair that caught the sunlight like a halo

I looked up, puzzled—then stopped breathing. Three guys walked in, trays in hand, and the room felt alive around them. They were amazing, like they stepped out of a myth. All tall, looking sharp in a smooth way. Their clothes were neat except the one in the middle. His top button was open, dark hair falling over eyes like ice. He looked easy, like he didn’t care, like none of us mattered. His friends—one blonde, the other with red hair and a knowing smile—were right by him.

He seemed attractive yet cold and distant. It was a pleasant sight to see the group of youthful boys walking next to each other, reminiscent of a boy band. At that moment, their fans went wild— “D*mn, I need some medical aid right away. I might need an oxygen tank, too. I can’t take it. S is so handsome.” “S! He’s the greatest of all time!”

Even if they weren't part of the Five, they definitely stood out because of their fancy looks. The male in a delicate suit exuded an air of sophistication and elegance. His dark hair and black pearly eyes made him look intimidating like a cold statue. The male walking next to him was on his phone, talking about something. His light blue eyes had this snake-like dangerous glint, and his chiseled jawline gave off a vibe of distance. Then there was this other male who wasn't wearing a suit but still looked trendy. He had a smug grin on his face.

I glance out the window—and my breath hitches. There, near a clearing by the side of the road, is a group of men—no, gods disguised as men. Shirtless, glistening with sweat, their muscles ripple as they chop wood and move heavy logs like it’s nothing. Their hair ranges from sun-bleached blonde to jet black, tousled in ways that could make a magazine cover. They’re ridiculously attractive. The bus erupts into a mix of whistles and giggles. Even some of the women sitting next to their partners can’t resist leaning closer to the window.

Why did I sign up for this, thinking it was going to be as easy as my other jobs? The men turned at once, and my breath hitched at the sight of the most beautiful men ever. They tied their identical red hair up in a ponytail, with just a few strands curled in their faces. Their blue, piercing eyes looked like a glacier, freezing anyone who dared to stare into them. My eyes went lower. The two men looked identical, but their bodies differed greatly from each other. One was muscular enough, like a football star, while the other had a slim waist and a figure that would make a swimmer jealous.

It felt alive, chaotic, a far cry from the tentative park benches of my first days here. Sarah nudged me. “See anyone cute?” I shrugged, cheeks heating. “Not yet.” But my gaze caught on a group by the staircase…four guys, all broad-shouldered and laughing, their shirts untucked like they'd just rolled out of bed. One, with dark hair cropped short and a jawline that could cut glass, met my eyes for a split second before turning back to his friends.

He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't. Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options. A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.

I think I have everything. I’m proud of who I am. I have a great job that pays me a ridiculous amount of money every month. I live alone in my own apartment. I drive a nice car. People respect me for being exactly who I am. Lara Hayes Yup. That’s me. I’ve built the perfect life all by myself. Until one day, I realize there’s one thing I’m secretly jealous of when I look at other people’s lives. A good man. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t know what it feels like to love someone—or to be loved by someone. And honestly? I’ve never thought I needed it. BUT… I never imagined that the worst thing that could happen to a woman li

Derick and Tobi patiently wait as they watch the woman put on her clothes and Tobis eyes are busy dancing with lust over the woman's nude body. Three other men are sitting outside the room, discussing the possible cause of the argument going on inside. Looking at them and how intensely they are conversing, one could think they are planning to sell the country. They all seem to be of the same age group and are mature men due for marriage. Dayo is on shining **skido and is very well built. With huge muscles, broad chest and all. Ayo is on a low cut and is very slim and slender. He does not look as well built as Dayo, but will still pass for a good looking guy any day.