Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

I whispered to my wolf, falling my face immediately. Four handsome guys, all identical and dressed in shining black suits surrounded me, their eyes radiant as fire, faces glowing like angels and bodies fitting into the world’s male model type just so that they looked huge and muscular as well. Complete and perfect! “We’d love to take you for the night!” The deep voice of one of them came up pulling me into a string of emotions that left my knees weakened and my body nearly sinking to the ground.

, Nahla exclaimed, she turned to look at her sister with wide eyes because, she knows that they have just found their mate. The girls turned back to the staircase staring at the two huge men who look like they have been sculpted and favored by the gods themselves. Both men were easily six foot six, curly black silky hair to their shoulders, gorgeous stormy gray eyes, their perfect tight jawline, broad shoulders, and even in their tuxedo’s you can tell they had a body to die for. Their aura was radiating power and danger.

"Glad you guys could make it. We're waiting for two others before we go in. Let me introduce you to everyone." He walked us over to a small group of guys with a couple of girls. The guys all looked like catalog models with chiseled faces and toned muscles. The girls looked like runway models with long legs, and perfect bodies. They had high heels that wrapped around their calves and dresses just as short as mine if not shorter. "Guys this is Olive and her friend Hailey." Leo gestured to us. "Girls this is CJ, Kade, and Willis." He pointed to the guys. "This is Claire, and Shelby."

I scanned the room slower. Near the far wall a group of guys stood together that I recognized from the hockey team. They were hard to miss — all of them tall and built in that particular way that came from years of training and checking people into boards, wearing the kind of effortless confidence that athletes had in social spaces because social spaces had always responded well to them. A few of them were genuinely good-looking. Clean jawlines. Broad shoulders. The kind of surface-level attractive that you appreciated the way you appreciated good architecture — objectively, without any particular investment. I appreciated it objectively.

“You still good?” I nodded, breathing fast. “I’m so wet right now I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” She laughed softly. “Good. Because they’re waiting for you.” Three tall, muscular guys stepped forward from the crowd. They were shirtless, bodies ripped, cocks already half-hard in their jeans. The leader, a dark-haired guy with tattoos smirked at me. “You’re the new girl, right? Kathy?” “Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident even though my voice shook.

Not only that, but I mentally laughed at my thought. The three of the guys started to walk closer to us and looked at each other. They are like rich customers looking for good quality women. I looked at the rest of the men, who seemed to have no intention of choosing. He boldly waits for his colleagues to choose. Based on his appearance, this one always has Chinese. He has narrow eyes, smooth complexion, sharp nose and black hair combed backwards. I can say he's a definition of a clean man when it comes to appearance. He turned to my behavior, so I suddenly took my eyes off him. He caught me staring.

I turned my head to see what had them so worked up. Five guys stepped out of the two vehicles, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. They were looking like super models… super hot tall, well-built, and moved with a kind of grace that screamed strength and youthfulness. The leader of the group was a blonde guy who stood at least 6’2. He had a lean, muscular build that filled out his black training tee perfectly. His black joggers hung low on his hips, and as he walked, his heavy boots made a crunch-crunch sound on the gravel.

I love it. I grab a drink from the bar—something red and sweet that tastes like sin—and turn to survey my options. That's when I see them. Three guys standing together near the VIP section, and holy shit. It's like someone ordered them from a catalog labeled "Scarlett's Wet Dreams." Guy one: tall, dark hair, shoulders for days, wearing a black shirt that shows off his arms. He's got this intense look, like he's cataloging everything in the room. Guy two: blond, pretty-boy face but a body that says he works out religiously. Slightly shorter than guy one but built like he could throw me around. I am extremely into it.

I pushed the door open before he could reach for it. Two shirtless guys stood in the middle of a living room that looked like a furniture showroom had been taken over by athletes. One of them had a beer in his hand. The other was mid-laugh, head thrown back. Both of them were built like they spent serious time in a gym and wanted everyone to know it. Hot in that effortless, slightly unwashed way that only certain guys could pull off. The one with the beer noticed us first. “Yooo, dude.” The other one’s face split into a grin. “Been ages, bro. Where you been?”

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