Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

I’m halfway through wiping down a booth when the door swings open, and three men stride in like they’re shooting an ad for luxury watches. The first one is tall, broad, and quiet. Black hair shaved at the sides, long on top. Tattoos running down both arms like artwork he doesn’t show off on purpose. Stoic, intense, unreadable. The second one looks like a golden boy literally. Wavy dark brown hair, sun-catching honey undertones, calm posture, and green eyes. It's the kind of handsome that looks accidental and unfair. Then there’s the third. My soul tries to exit my body. I see black curly hair, a cocky smirk, chaos twinkling behind his eyes, and the capacity to melt my panties off with one lo

Two guys visible through the glass. They were big. Tall, broad, the kind of built that comes from lifting heavy things for fun. One had dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, a short beard framing his jaw, sleeves rolled up to show thick forearms covered in black ink. The other had a buzz cut, silver hoops in both ears, shoulders so wide they looked almost cartoonish. Both wore plain black t-shirts that clung in all the right places. They looked like they’d walked straight out of one of those over-the-top p**n scenes I sometimes watched alone at 2 a.m. when I was too restless to sleep—exaggerated, too handsome, too confident, the kind of guys who made your pulse jump just by existing in the

They were waiting. In daylight, they looked even more dangerous. They were impossibly handsome, with sharp lines, and controlled expressions. I couldn't even begin to describe how hot and sexy they looked individually. I could fill up an entire notebook, and it still wouldn't do justice to how they looked. Power clung to them like a second skin, and I actually found myself being drawn to them more than I was willing to admit. “We should introduce ourselves,” one said calmly. “I’m Enzo,” said the first.

He was followed by two other guys, and Jo watched in horrified fascination as the most massive and scariest person that she’d ever laid eyes on (and seeing as she’d met Viking and Ice, that was saying something for damn sure) approached. It had to be said, though, that none of these three guys was what you could call ‘small’; Jo felt like a mountain range was moving towards her. A stunning mountain range and she found herself yet again admiring more examples of rough, unadorned, unfussy male beauty. These three were all tall and broad, with hard bodies and harder faces, dressed casually in jeans and tight t-shirts that left very little to the imagination. And Jo had recently discovered that

“A little unorthodox.” ”Sure can, but you said men? Without a bride?” It wasn’t unheard of that men came in, but they were usually part of a bride's entourage. Dads, brothers, friends even a fiancé now and then. But in all the years I had been here I don’t think I had seen a group of just men before. Still if they needed help then I was the girl for the job. Following her out of the staff room and into the main shop the first thing I noticed where the three men were all devilishly good looking. Varying in age, they all had the same dark hair and Smokey eyes that made them resemble each other. The second thing I noticed was how polite they were throwing out compliments in a way that felt sinc

My eyes met four guys who stood out right away. First was Mike. He was tall with broad shoulders and short dark hair. His shirt stretched tight across his chest. He gave me a warm smile that made my cheeks feel hot. Next to him sat John. John had a lean build and sharp blue eyes. His sleeves were rolled up to show strong forearms. Tom stood by the coffee machine. He looked muscular with a friendly grin and messy blond hair. Last was Ruff. Ruff had a rugged look with tattoos peeking from under his collar. His dark eyes locked on me and did not look away quickly.

The two who climbed out of the backseat could have been brothers, although one was clearly younger. Both had brown unkempt hair that hung about their shoulders and short stubble. I doubted any girl would find them attractive, even just passable. They too were lightly tanned and the older one had an arrogant look about him, walking with a slight swagger. All four of the group were shirtless and even at first glance, I had a bad feeling about these guys.

“Come on! You don’t even have to be near him. We will be sure to keep him away from you.” I look at Nick who is pouting and I roll my eyes. “Oh stop! You’re not that adorable Nick.” That’s a lie. The three of the guys are pretty good looking. Nick has short wavy black hair and chocolate colored eyes whereas Andy has shoulder length dirty blond hair with green eyes. Then Chris has short brown hair with grey eyes. All completely different looking but good looking in their own way. Plus, being athletically fit helps too. Although they’re attractive, I never considered them more than my friends. Nick sighs. “At least think about it?”

Jawline on point. Okay literally all the boys are handsome af and every girl is beautiful... you can’t deny it 😏 As you can see I really suck at describing people.. heh.. but you guys could imagine these people as anybody.. this is how I imagine them...

All six of them could’ve served as a horny woman’s wet dream. It would’ve been hard for any woman to pick just one. They were big, muscled guys. Blond. Dark-haired. Redhead. Bald. All shades of complexion—tanned to pale, honey-colored to brown. And their eyes seemed to hold a sort of paranormal glamour. Their gazes lured and teased, haunted, and sometimes I would swear they glowed. Camille approached their table.