Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

He is dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, carrying charisma and authority as he approaches with his hand in his pocket. The dreadlock man and others moved aside as he got closer. I think.....I think he is the boss. I gulped as he stood in front of me, looking down at me as my heart pounded. His face is mean and at the same time calm. He has short and tight curls with a natural texture. His skin is smooth and glowing medium-deep brown Flawless than any black man I have ever seen. I picked up his piercing icy blue eyes that seemed familiar He has an extremely chiseled and sharp jawline, giving incredible masculinity and strength.

And is it just me or is he calm? "Some things are written in stone." He mattered. "He brought a friend. Who is he?" He is gesturing at a man with jet black hair like the dead of night. It's the first time I'm seeing him. His eyes are a deep deep deep blue that reminds me of the sea. He smiled at me when he noticed I'm staring. Another handsome mess. Who is this one? A new friend? He got up from his chair making his way towards us.

Inside a luxurious living room. A handsome Young Man could be seen standing at the entrance, gazing away into the distance. He has jet black hair that reaches all the way to his shoulders. A feminine, yet manly appearance, that people would claim to be out of this world. If Drake was to see this man, he would have a second thought about thinking he's perfect. An expensive black suit hugged his masculine frame. His pitch black orbs wear the crown of sorrow, if one were to stop letting his good looks take them away from the main picture at the moment.

Slowly I draw back to sleep only to be woken by a slight touch of hands on my face. the smell of pines and sweet and a shadow of someone hovered over me. I fluttered my eyes open and they fell on a dark with flickers of gray hair man in his thirties, he wore a white long sleeve and suit trousers, his suit coat hung around his shoulder, and his hair was well creamed and made to cover half of his left eye, he had an oval-shaped face with well shaved defined jaws, his close well-arched brows always look crease due to his never smiling personality, he had a long pointed nose and a fiery ocean blue eyes, he had a peach colored small but full lips which was slightly protruded, I could not deny tha

Laurie said trying to catch her breath, Crystal shook her head, feeling sorry for Laurie, only God knows how many miles she ran just to stop this Hercules of a man but also failed to do so. There was something familiar about this man, his jet black hair was styled back casually and some strands of it fell over his eyes, enhancing his electrifying blue eyes that were cold but then warm at the same time, His perfectly shaped eyebrows matched the color of his hair were raised slightly to create a terrific frame for his eyes; he had chiseled jawline added to the touch of masculinity, he looked like a cologne model, In short, he was a very attractive man, so eye-catching that he could rival even

Seeing him made my breath hitch, and my eyes widen in shock and surprise. My boss was there. I saw the man at the bar, but seeing him this close made me realize how beautiful he really is. He was, if I had to guess, about six feet. He had a powerful, yet mysterious, aura around him. He combed his dark hair backwards, revealing his ocean blue eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories. He was handsome and I couldn’t help but compare him with the man I had dated for a while. Although Noah Amstrong was beautiful, he didn't have the same effect on me as this man in front of me.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying not to let the tremors show. When he stepped into view, all my breath left me in one sharp gasp. His presence filled the room, an overwhelming force that took my breath away. He stood tall and confident, his black hair styled back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead, giving him a wild edge. His jaw was strong, a neatly trimmed beard only accentuating his chiseled features. He was devastatingly handsome, but it wasn’t just his looks that affected me, it was the aura around him, the power that radiated from every inch of his body.

I am reluctant to turn around, as I cannot imagine what the impact will be when I actually see the body that contains that voice. Unable to delay it, I slowly turn, and I look to the man. He is beautiful, if a man could be considered beautiful. He had dark hair, a strong jawline, kissable lips. Wait, did I just think that?!? And his eyes were a stunning blue. His body was rock solid and built. I felt my mouth go dry just staring into his eyes.

"I came for the festivities, I guess." "This is the party of the year and you don't sound enthusiastic at all," he chuckles. I glance at him before saying in response, "I guess I'm not really into any of this." The bartender slides him his drink, and he watches me while drinking. There's something about his eyes that I don't like at all. I don't like how he's looking at me. This man, Blaine, is fairly handsome. His hair is pitch black, darker than Roman's, and his eyes are a piercing blue. He looks like a husky, if that makes sense.