Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he whispered, his thumb now grazing my bottom lip. "How do you know my name and that I'm crying over a man?" I asked, my voice trembling. I'm telling you, this man was standing at a towering 6'4", his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. His hair was styled in a perfect, dark pompadour, and his face was clean-shaven, highlighting a jawline that looked like it was carved from granite. His icy blue eyes were predatory, fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

After all, the handsomeness of the main lead in this world could be the symbol of world peace. I noted that the handsome black haired man has a similar build to Alistair, lean and tall with some sturdy muscles apparent through his thigh black suits. His hair was woven from the black heavens, fine strands of spacetime and starlight and his eyes looked like clear seawater under the sun, and it had the color of the dark blue sea under the shade. A deep blue color like the Blue Hope Diamond that would ruin it's owner's lives. I hadn't realized that blue could be that beautiful until I saw those eyes.

Handsome didn’t quite cut it. He was stunning, the kind of man who made people stop mid-sentence without even realizing it. His hair was jet black, cut sharp at the sides, falling just enough over his forehead to make him look recklessly elegant. He stood at least six-foot-five, broad-shouldered with the kind of posture that came naturally to men who owned rooms without saying a word. His face was all clean lines and high cheekbones, his jaw defined, his mouth firm. But it was his eyes that did it—steel-grey, cold and deliberate, scanning the crowd like he was already two steps ahead of everyone there.

If I am honest, this guy is the most intimidating but breathtaking man I have ever laid my eyes on. This man was a mix of Caucasian and African American, with beautiful dark skin shade in between milk chocolate and caramel. He has naturally long curly brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders and refined strong facial features that makes him look like a model right out of a Vogue catalogue. Strong hazel eyes and plump lips with a sharp jawline.

The two men made room for a third person to walk through, the man who spoke. He was the most gorgeous man in the entire world, standing at 7 ft, with black hair, dark blazing onyx eyes, and high chiseled cheekbones. His blazing gaze stuck on me and slowly, I felt Grayson's arms ease around me and I almost stumbled, but touched the wall for support. The man took three large steps towards me and raised his hand to caress my cheek. I felt sparks rush through my skin, making me jolt back.

He announced, and once again the butlers had delivered the crescent moon to the unknown buyer. My eyes finally trailed away from Aiden who had also turned to see the figure of the man who had outbid him. I followed his eyes, and I too caught sight of the admirable figure. The man behind me had pitch black hair which contrasted with his ocean blue eyes making them stand out most out of his facial features. His tan skin color collaborated with the light from the chandelier, giving him a slight glow. He was the description of a handsome man.

I never thought I’d see a man with such beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't seem to look away. He wasn’t an old man; he looked to be in his early thirties. His jaw was sharp—perfect—and his black hair fell in loose curls. His eyes had long lashes, and even his nose was perfectly suited to his face. How can someone be so... handsomely perfect? When he took my hand from my uncle’s, I saw how small my hands were compared to his. Just from the back of his hands, I can see he has huge veins and hard hands, yet his hold was not rough at all as he held my hand.

I'm sure I have seen this man somewhere before! Through the white veil which was shrouding my face, I could explore his tremendous height and his muscular biceps which were practically bulging out of his polished expensive black suit. By the devil's balls; this man is sinfully handsome with his icy blue eyes, his black hair was shiny, and not to talk of how flawless chiseled face was coupled with his perfectly pointed nose. The dark aura which prowls around him screams intimidation and power, it nearly made me shrink like a scared cat in front of him.

He is right in front of me picking up my PAD and PAINKILLERS! I can tell he's a paragon of perfection, a total hottie from just staring at the shape of his head and his brown hair. When he's done picking it up, his dazzling blue eyes face me and I melt in my spot. They are ocean blue with a thin line of golden brown lining them. How can someone be so handsome? A handsome man is picking my pad and painkillers up? oh, the shame I couldn't hide!