Novel & Cerita Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes

Rachel and other warriors, but what my eyes only softened when I met those of the man who was further ahead, very close to the barrier. His hair is blond that falls a little below the ear, eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, his skin perfect white, his chin more square and without any sign of beard. His body is well sculpted, totally proportional, he was wearing a white suit with a blue blouse that matched his eyes.

He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, and the dim light of the room fell across him in a way that made him look like he had been carved instead of born. Black curly hair, longer at the top, brushed back from his forehead. A sharp jaw. A mouth that did not look like it knew how to smile. And eyes that stopped my heart for one full beat. Blue. Not the soft blue of a summer sky but the cold blue of deep water, the kind of blue you find at the bottom of something you should not be swimming in. He was older. Forty, maybe. But quite handsome. And he was watching me the way a man watches a problem.

She dared to look up right into his eyes. The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.

He complimented before giving him more pats, earning him a howl of approval from Maxie. When I was close enough, the light shone directly on the unknown man, and finally seeing who he was took me by surprise. He looked young. Maybe early twenties, or even my age. His hair was a dark black, but I could tell it wasn’t his natural color because some gray was peeking from the roots. But it was his eyes that made me hold my breath. They were stunning. I’ve never seen such light blue eyes. The color reminded me of the sky, and I imagine it’s what it would look like atop the sea.

But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing he’s this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, and was well built, Gosh I feel so small right now. He had blue eyes, thin lips, and a sharp jawline that had a little stubble. His jet-black hair was styled to perfection. He had his hands in the pocket of his pants. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt that hugged his frame perfectly. Damn, this dude looks like he works out ALOT, they all do. I’m Impressed.

I’m not sure if it’s the traumatic ordeal that I’ve been put through or the man himself that is taking over my mind, body and soul. He was absolutely stunning. His aura was one of a strong and powerful wolf. He stood tall over me which was a feat since I wasn't that short myself. His body was jacked but not overly muscular in an off putting way. The man had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that were like the sea on a cloudy day. His jaw was sharp and cheekbones chiseled as long lashes fanned over them. It takes me a few seconds to realize I’m merely gawping at the man but I’m not responding in any way.

He has a face that was carved by the gods and his deep blue eyes had me moaning inside. His eyes stared into my own with disconcerting intensity. His black hair was neatly gelled back away from his face revealing an immaculate forehead. He had High Cheekbones and they were… Razor sharp He wore a black shirt that clung to the contours of his muscular chest. If looks alone could kill, I would already be dead thrice over. The drunk man staggered back. “Who the hell are you?” The handsome man moved a step closer. “Someone who dislikes men that hit women.”

He smirked and shook his head disapprovingly, rolling his eyes slightly, as if to say, “Nothing.” Today, I sneakily study him a little closer. I wonder if we’ll ever talk, or if we’ll just continue acting like the elephant in the room doesn’t exist. I note to myself that he really is handsome. Black hair in a short style, thick but neat eyebrows, a straight nose, small lips, and graphite-colored eyes. A toned, tanned body, probably a full head taller than me, confident stride, and regal grace.

It was deep, soft, calm, but with a hint of steel. The man stiffened, his smile wavering. Slowly, he stepped back. I blinked, trying to get a good look at the man with the sexy voice in the black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with night-black hair that fell over his forehead, and his eyes—oh my God, I wanted to lose myself in them. He had piercing blue eyes that made me feel like I was looking straight into the ocean. He tilted his head, his eyes meeting mine.

Or did she even remember that her daughter was waiting for her reply for half an hour already. Given that, I was about to call her again, when a guy in his early 30s popped up in front of me. My heart jumped with shock. What the hell did this man come from? “Hello po, ikaw po ba si Aria?” he asked. Oh, he must be the butler. Speaking of his suit and posture, not to judge, he looks like a driver, I guess? But instead of answering, I didn't. I don't even know what he said.