Hairy Men Novels & Stories

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

she muttered. The knocking grew louder, more insistent. Olivia came down stairs, her curiosity piqued. “Mom, don’t open it,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. Her mother hesitated but ignored her daughter’s warning, unlocking the door. Three men in dark suits stood on the entrance, their faces unreadable. Behind them, the black SUV’s headlights cast a glow on the driveway. “Mrs. Harper?” the tallest of the men asked, his voice calm yet chilling. “Yes?” her mother replied, her voice trembling.

Man number three looked less scary but the twi of his front teeth were missing and his smile was very creepy. The last man had his hair in a ounk style, a tattoo on his right arm and his leg was amputated. One thing was common in all of them, they were all on bikes, bikers. “Mia Heather, how did you end up in a place like this? A terrain meant only for Rogues.” I swallowed hard. I have only read about Rogues in my father’s medical books. They looked scarier in real life. “I guess i missed my way. I was roaming around.”

“Um, no, Luna. We just killed five guys. Maybe you were seeing double?” My wolf flashed in my eyes and my hands folding into balls. “Piercy, I’m fucking tell you. There was seven guys. One guy had a long grayish beard that went to his chest and ear length brown hair. Then the second guy had hair that was tied in a bun, his beard coming in spots but really skinny. The third was younger, shaved head, no facial hair. Fourth guy had a large moustache, beard stopped at his neck and eyebrows that about covered his eyes. Fifth guy had stubbles for a beard, very muscular and tall. Sixth guy was about the same. Shaggy black hair like he hadn’t been in the mountains that long. Scar that ran down his f

I tilted my brows as I gazed at her, then at the people who had barged into the room. Five men stood staring back at me. Why was it all the time I had a problem with Sin that we'd be under attack? Out of the five men that barged into the room, two surged forward. “They are just women!” A lanky man, with blond hair and a blotchy face, guffawed. “Which means they are weaklings.” Another added. He had a buzz cut and stubbles on his cheeks. The five men burst out laughing. As I gazed at them more, I was certain they were werewolves.

"Look what we have here." Lost in my thoughts, I didn't take notice of the two men in front of me, until I bumped into one of them. I stumbled backward in an attempt to put some distance between us. The man I bumped into had a mop of black hair that was gelled back perfectly without a single strand out of place and sharp blue eyes that pierced into my soul. His friend also had black hair but his was free of gel. "A runaway pack member?" The second man said easily giving themselves away as rogue wolves.

Carly followed the direction of the voice to see who decided to end the music. It was Alpha Hulbert. “Monster….” Alexis sneered inside her head. Two hunky men came in. They were seven feet tall and had a thick build with scars on their faces to show that they were used to wrestling. They both faced the throne and bowed to Derek, who replied to them with a nod. They had different colours of tunic to differentiate their clans. The bigger one was on a red tunic cloth that covered only his groin area. “Alpha Hulbert wears the same colour, they must be from the same clan.” Carly made a mental note to learn about different clans later at night.

"We are honored by your presence." I couldn't help but peek around the edge of the crate. Three massive men sat on equally massive black horses, and even from my hiding spot, I could feel the power radiating from them. They were all incredibly tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that made everyone else look small and weak. The one in the middle had dark hair and the coldest eyes I'd ever seen. The one on the left had lighter brown hair and a scar running down his left cheek. The one on the right had black hair and looked like he could snap a person in half without breaking a sweat.

came a voice—low, smoke-wrapped, not at all friendly. Emery glanced up. And nearly forgot his name. The man standing in front of him was broad, sun-browned, and glowering. Ink coiled over his thick forearms where his sleeves were messily rolled. He wore a black apron low on his hips, tied sloppily. The top buttons of his white chef coat were undone, revealing a veined throat slick with the sheen of kitchen heat. A thin, white scar curved along his jawline. It made his mouth look like it never smiled.