Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

We really couldn’t even tell the winner. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Dylan asks me. I looked around and I became aware of the totally brilliant beaming smile on my face. Of course, I am enjoying this. The next pair after the girls were more interesting. One of the guys look like the Biblical Goliath and the other guy was much more shorter. He wasn’t really short, he was averagely built but the Goliath guy is too huge so he is dwarfing the guy so much that I bet if he hits the other guy once on the head, he will just sink right into the earth like water.

There were a lot of pictures where some of them are standing in a parking lot with expensive cars parked right beside them, and they were dressed in not school appropriate outfits, but with cropped tank tops, short skirts, Jimmy Choo shoes, and Chanel hand bags. The guys with leather jackets, ripped jeans, Rolex watch on their wrists and rings on every finger and black sunglasses. "Got him!" Nicky exclaimed. She clicked on a picture and we waited for it to load. When the picture became clearer, my heart skipped a beat and my breath hitched in my throat. Why does he have to look hot in pictures and in person too?! He was leaning on a car, with two other guys standing on each side of him who b

The two people in front of me were a handsome man and a beautiful girl. They were dressed differently. Loak wore a set of black sportswear, looking more upright. Perhaps the food here was good, as he seemed to have filled out slightly, and he wore a pair of nice matching sports shoes. He looked entirely different now.

she said cheerfully, hoping she didn't sound as irritated and downtrodden as she felt today. Both men had stood up upon her entering her office. One wore a dark gray suit and the other wore a navy blue one. They could pass for brothers she thought. Both men were tall, athletic build, with dark superbly trimmed hair, both had dark, sexy, features, strong chins, chiseled noses, and no facial hair. It was like they had stepped out of an Italian Vogue fashion magazine. Tall, dark, and handsome didn't begin to describe these two gentleman.

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

Inside, four men were lounging, engaged in easy conversation, their laughter a smooth hum against the background music. Lara’s breath hitched slightly. They weren’t just men. They were gorgeous. The kind of men who looked like they had stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine—each one with distinct, striking features that made them look almost unreal. Ali let out a low whistle, nudging Lara’s side. “Damn, this might turn out to be more exciting than I thought.” Lara barely heard her, too distracted by the man who had just stood up and was now approaching them.

She let go of my arm only to clutch her own chest, her face turning a pale shade of white, Beside us, Selene let out a low, sharp whistle. A slow smirk spread across her face. “Fuck,” she muttered, her eyes danced with mischief. “Those are some delicious-looking males.” 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 didn't look like regular pack members, they looked like they had stepped straight off a runway. They were tall, well-built, and moved with a kind of grace that screamed strength and youthfulness.

Oh dear, I’m in big trouble. Both guys are wearing Apple watches, and it occurs to me then that even though they’re not in suits, they both look wealthy. It’s obvious in their sharp haircuts, the cut of their clothes, their expensive cologne, and the way they carry themselves. Their self-confidence suggests they don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of them. “We’d better decide what to order,” Saxon says. “I was wondering whether a couple of platters would be a good idea?”

Apparently, his attempt to make a good impression had failed miserably. He exhaled a dreary gasp and shrugged his shoulders at their impudence. He couldn't say much since all of them were of the same age as his so-called girlfriend, thus older than him. Both boys in the groups had black hair and dark brown eyes. Each of them had chiseled jaws and fair skin. One of them had sharp facial features, whereas the other one seemed to have a comparatively bulky build. They both were also a few centimeters taller than Creed and had traces of trimmed facial hair.