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

Finally. You’re actually real and not a figment of his imagination." Henry was beyond, and I mean beyond handsome. He was, hands down, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He was as beautiful as a man could get without being mistaken for a woman. I cocked my head to one side to take in his glorious face. He had inky, messy hair, slate-gray eyes with hints of blue, a straight nose, angled jaw, sculptured peach-colored lips and...and everything impeccable. No man should ever be that good-looking. It wasn’t normal.

I kept running until I found what I was looking for. Him… Standing in the meadow was a handsome god-like man. The hot culprit behind the divine scent that I had been trailing. He was gorgeously handsome with a clean shaven face, long black hair almost reaching his broad shoulders and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. His hair was let down in a curly middle part hairstyle and his manly face was well defined with a chiseled jaw making him look like a god from an ancient movie.

I gulp taking in his features. His hair is black but it’s shorter around the side and falls across his forehead messily. He has the most beautiful ocean-blue eyes that I’ve ever since. His face is perfect just like an angel’s. His body would be incredible too- I could see that even though it was covered with a plain, white T-shirt and ripped jeans. He looks like he’d just stepped out of a magazine shoot and was easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

He stood at the railing, his eyes fixed intently on the pair below. The man was breathtakingly handsome, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through them. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a hint of stubble. A small, charming smile played on his lips, but it did little to ease the sense of intimidation that radiated from him.

He might have thought that I'm a freak who was staring at him. 'But I can't help myself. He is fucking handsome. He is tall. He has a sharp jawline like a knife. He had a sharp sculpted face that is blessed with the most mesmerizing blue eyes which I've ever seen in my life. Anyone can get lost in those oceanic mesmerizing eyes. His hair color is black which is perfect on his perfect face. He had an aristocratic nose with high cheekbones, and lips so perfect you could spend hours kissing them.

Elena's POV I blinked slowly, my jaw dropping in disbelief. I had expected Mr. Mysterious to be handsome, but nothing prepared me for this. The man before me was nothing short of godlike. He was tall...easily over six feet, with muscles that strained against his tight black designer shirt. His hair was a striking shade of black, brushed back with a few stray strands falling onto his forehead. His deep black eyes radiated a cold, intimidating presence. He looked like Superman come to life, but just a lot more handsome.

He takes a few steps back and changes back into a man. A tall handsome chiseled man appears before me. He is tall, muscular, has black hair, blue eyes, and is naked. Which doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. He walks closer to me and puts his hands on my shoulder. He stares deep into my eyes, almost as if trying to communicate with me, or trying to see if I'm lying. Seeing is how I based everything off truth with leaving out a few details, I have nothing to worry about.

Everyone was looking worried, don't know why? And all of a sudden, I saw a handsome man. The handsome man who entered the studio was tall and well-built, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. He had short, dark hair that was styled in a messy yet fashionable way. He was dressed casually in a fitted white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and brown leather boots. He exuded confidence and charm as he walked into the room. Everyone couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at him.

They watched in a trance as he walked towards Elena. The man was fucking gorgeous. He had dark hair, and they were wavy in a sort of mused-up way. His eyes were an Intense blue, that managed to look warm and harsh at the same time. They were such a deep blue, it was hard to look away from. His lips were full, and a sharp jaw completed his flawless striking look.

I release a relieved breath and murmur, "Thanks. He was getting way too pushy." "I noticed," the man says dryly. He leans an elbow on the bar and the corner of his mouth edges up. "Glad I could help." He has a nice mouth and lips that aren't too thin or full. His nose is straight and even, cheekbones high and he possesses a pair of thick, dark brows over those blue eyes. With his black hair, it's a truly stunning combination. I think I found the man I'd like to go to bed with. My gaze dips to his left hand and there's no wedding ring.