Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Then they moved more fully into the room, and she got a clear view of them. One was very nice-looking with long blondish hair caught up at the nape of his neck. The other one was the most striking man she'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was inky black and cropped in a short, careless style. His face was rugged and strong with a long, straight nose over his wide slash of lips. His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death.

no more trusting any guy no matter how hot he looks. ~✽~✽~✽~ When I reached the cafe, I almost stopped in my tracks for a second or so I think. Sumit was standing beside his car and the moment he saw me he started walking towards me. My stomach did a funny somersault. Okay did I mention how very handsome he looked? Then here goes the description- he was wearing a black pullover, blue jeans and black converses. His hair was a bit dishevelled. He smiled.

He mumbles to me under his breath. I finally take a good look at this man. He has dark; black hair, even darker than Alejandro's, and a slight beard growing in with piercing blue eyes. He looks much more mature and responsible than the man I'm really thinking about right now. I roll my eyes and keep my mouth shut. Just as they continue their conversation, annoyed with my father's interruptions.

Her eyes fell onto a man, in his 20s,approaching her. From a distance, his features looked familiar, to her, but she couldn't fathom where she'd met him. His voice, too, sounded familiar when he called out her name. "Aviana, is this really you?" asked the man, as soon as he was standing next to her. Aviana, still couldn't recognize the man. He had striking blue eyes. His perfectly fitting body defined him as a man who was into athlete. He was a man whose body was at the peak of human condition. His black hair which was neatly combed backwards, with high cheekbones and sharp jaw which gave his face a musculine look. His straight, thin lips and his sharp - pointed nose served to enhance the im

The person on the screen was a Mexican American handsome man with long black shiny hair tied on a ponytail and two strands hanging from the left and right side of his face. His pointy nose, eyebrows with the left eyebrow having an upward v cut. Long lashes and blue eyes. His upper body that was visible to them was broad and it was easier to deduce that his body size was slightly larger than Juma’s. Yet, despite his white skin color, Juma, who was darker, was more handsome than he was.

Immediately, we all turned toward the source of the voice as a man calmly walked toward us, a confident look on his face and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Everyone appeared shocked to see him, and I couldn't understand why. He looked strikingly similar to Rob—tall with a powerful build, dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead, and piercing blue eyes that held a depth I couldn't ignore. His chiseled jawline and confident stance made him undeniably handsome, exuding an aura of power and control. He looked perfect in every sense, as if he had stepped right out of a magazine.

Nothing happened. “Nothing's happening,” I say, aiming the light at the man. This is the first time I have seen his face. I find him good-looking and I bet he's even more than that in broad daylight. He has remarkably dense blue eyes. His hair is dark, jawline sculpted finely and his mouth is thin and chiselled. His skin tone is fair and I begin to wonder if he has a blood of an Italian. He certainly didn't look pure American. I know there is a blend of European in him.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

Hard. I stagger back slightly, in a bit to stabilize myself, before looking up, and immediately freezing at the mare sight of the man I bumped into. He’s standing there, tall, impossibly elegant in a black tuxedo that hugs his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly. His hair is slicked back, and there’s this effortless power in the way he holds himself, the kind that makes you notice him even before his face does. And his face… damn, his face is even more striking in person. Sharp jaw, intense electric blue eyes, soft looking full pink lips that look like they belong in a portrait, not in real life. His face looks very strange but at the same time very familiar.

I doubt many dared to even ask him for it. He was intimidating, to say the least. That’s even an understatement… a big understatement. He was six feet tall, dark complexion, and had large muscles that cascaded throughout his entire form. The man never left the gym, I swear. He had black hair that was always kept short and a little messy, with dark blue eyes like the depths of the ocean. His facial hair was always kept neat and tidy, as if one hair out of place would ruin him. And maybe it would…