Novel & Cerita Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes

His dark hair was neatly styled, framing a face that seemed carved with a blend of rugged masculinity and refined charm. His eyes were a captivating shade of deep blue, like the vast expanse of the ocean on a clear day. They held a certain warmth and kindness, revealing a glimpse of the caring soul within. When he smiled, his lips curved into a genuine expression that could light up a room. His jawline was strong, adding a touch of masculinity to his overall appearance.

He had a long pointed nose with a mole at the end, while his face looked old and long beyond his age, his eyes looked youthful with their piercing blue color, and his hair was a silky natural black, a color that couldn’t be obtained by dye. “Damn. She’s fucking gorgeous.” Came a voice from the side of the room. I looked around the table and noticed three equally handsome men staring straight at me. The one talking had bright fire red hair that was shoulder length and wavy, his eyes were a piercing electric green, and he looked like he lifted weights at the gym daily.

he said. If I were a single she-wolf I would be all over this guy. Well hell every woman with a pulse and most men who could admit admiring a true sex god in their prescence would be on their knees for him. He had jet black loose curly hair that came just around his face and ears, a perfectly sculpted strong jaw line, bright white straight teeth and the lightest clear blue eyes imaginable.

But oddly, they didn’t. Instead, the men all bowed their heads in submission. As the wolf stepped off the man, shifting without a thought to his nudity. He was tall, wiry but certainly muscular with almond skin, rich curly black hair, an electric blue mohawk, and a rectangular face with deep sapphire blue eyes. I kept my eyes on his face, still ready for a fight.

I take a close look at all three of them. A man, who looks to be in his early thirties, is in the middle. He has icy blue eyes and a round face with fine lines, he has jet black hair complementing his dark trimmed beard. He is muscular and tall. To his right is a guy, seems in mid twenties, has dark brown curly hair which is really suiting his charming face and charming smile. His cheeks are sunken to an appropriate extent. He, too, has icy blue eyes and is muscular but not more than the middle one.

This was because one of such rich people ruined her entire family and caused her mother's death. “I don’t care about that mom. They almost killed you. It’s only decent that they apologize,” Jasmine said stubbornly. The door to the car she had hit opened and a man came out of it. He was wearing a black suit and as he turned to face her, she was able to observe his features. He had blue eyes as deep as the ocean, jet black hair which was really slick; a stubble jawline and high cheekbones. In one word, he looked stunning. She could feel herself getting lost in those deep blue eyes of his. A man suddenly stood beside him, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Aster still had a neutral expression on his face while Asher's eyes suddenly turned sharp and giving the man a rude stare. The man was a bit taller than Asher by a few centimeters. He had chocolate-brown hair, almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, fair skin, and thin lips. The most striking thing about his features was his black pupils. They were genuinely black with no other color mixed in. In short, this man was also a good-looking one.

The bangs make me unconsciously want to brush them away so I may look evermore into his eyes with no interruptions. The weirdest thing about his hair, though, is that it is blue. A royal blue, even, that glows in the sunlight. But the hair fits him, complimenting his softly tanned complexion and emerald eyes. "Hello?" he says again, his voice comforting my ears. I blink once, attempting to acclimatize to the astounding handsomeness before me. A man this handsome has never been within five feet of me before. Finally checking myself, I realize that my leg is not bleeding anymore, wrapped with a thick bandage. My shoulder is coated accordingly.

Her eyes trailed my outfit and her jaw clenched. "What are you wearing?" She asked her eyes showing visible annoyance and anger, I looked down at my feet not knowing what to say. Dad was about to say something but stopped when the door was opened revealing a man who was wearing a black suit jacket which had little white stripes, he had gold hair which was coifed to perfection, thick bristly eyebrows and sea rover blue eyes which were almond-shaped, there were a fire with passion. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a concrete jaw, he was beautiful like a demigod. Beside him was a man who looked fifty he was dressed in a black suit.

Yeah, absolutely stunning. He is tall, taller than me, very muscular, like a model and an athlete mixed. Beautiful black hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes. What, did I just think he has BEAUTIFUL hair? What the fuck is happening. He is wearing ripped blue jeans and olive green henley. It doesn’t help that the other guy seems just as lost in my eyes than I am at his eyes. Just like that he blinks, licks his full lips a bit perplexed and clears his throat.