Handsome Man With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

The man is undoubtedly gorgeous, but his expression makes me uncomfortable. Thankfully, Argent and the others show up at that moment. As soon as I see him, I rush to his side. Argent takes my hand and leads me to the men. One of them has dark hair, obsidian eyes, and a muscular frame. He’s definitely what I would describe when I think, tall, dark, and handsome. And unlike the other man who just walked in, he gives me a friendly smile.

The cars are still meters to pass through our new house but a man in a black shirt catch my full attention. He has the blackest hair that I have ever seen, which ends turn red and orange through the sunlight. His eyes are pale gray, soft but manly. His nose and cheeks are sharp and detailed, and his lips are so pink you'll think he used something to color it. He is handsome. Probably the most handsome I have ever seen. He almost looks like someone from high-definition video games, but his presence shouts an invitation, and domination at the same time. He is a magnet. I am enjoying my view of him when he looks straight back at me as their car pass in front of our house. It was a brief, unknow

It was awfully familiar and it only took her seconds to realize who he was. She did not stop herself and raised her head to see his face and when she did, she was met by the man's cold gaze. His face seemed to be sculpted from the darkness. His hair was so black she could have sworn it could suck up the remaining light in the enormous hall. And yet his eyes were of the very bright shade of blue bordered by thick, black lashes. She knows she's not in a position to marvel at a man's beauty but she couldn't help herself. The man was sinfully beautiful and she felt like the more she stares at him, the more she will sin.

the man says with a sad smile. Blossom? Where have I heard that name before? How do I know this man? Or how does he know me? He’s 5’7” with black hair that’s shaved at the sides and back, deep dark brown eyes, peachy-gold skin, a pointed nose, a sharp jawline, and rounded chin. He has a tattoo going down his left side and inside his left bicep. He’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants and he is covered in muscles.

The young man from the blue flag is also an attractive man when beside the young man from the red flag, he didn't look less attractive because they had the same level of handsomeness and attractiveness! He had seductive black eyes that match his perfectly shaped eyebrows. A relaxing smile hangs on his peerless handsome face that would make people want to get close to him. He had kissable red lips, a refined perfect jaw. A long black hair that matches his handsome face, and tall height. Such an attractive man had a friendly aura.

The two wore very distinct clothes and had very different hair styles. “What are you looking at?” the bright haired man with good looks and a smile that could turn any head, looked to his counterpart and asked. The handsome man was wearing a sea blue tuxedo that matched his beautiful blue eyes. The strangest thing about this man was that the colour of his eyes matched the colour of his hair. Both were as blue as the pristine sea. His hair was tied into a simple ponytail but even that looked mesmerizing on this man.

Like, damn, how is he this handsome? I try to hide how perplexed I am at how attractive this man is as I stare at him through the driver’s window. He’s tall, with golden skin, and his hair is a shade of dark brown that’s perfectly styled and slicked back. His face is that of a model, without blemishes, and his nose, how the hell is it that straight? His lips are a dark shade of red and his eyes are the most beautiful pair of blue I’ve ever seen. I almost got lost in his ocean-blue eyes.

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

His eyes were a shade of dark blue that seemed to hold an otherworldly quality, a piercing gaze that hinted at depths of knowledge and experiences beyond my understanding. His jet-black hair was meticulously styled, each strand falling into place with calculated precision. The sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones accentuated a rugged handsomeness, a face that exuded an air of mystery and danger. A well-groomed beard framed his mouth, adding to the enigmatic allure that surrounded him.

Mrs Collins beams, looking at someone over my shoulder. My heart skitters in my chest when I turn around and come face to face with the sexiest man alive. His hair is so black, it looks blue and his eyes - don't get me started on his eyes. They're the loveliest shade of blue - like the sky. I guess he should be about 6ft 4 because I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He is dressed in a light blue polo shirt, paired with black jeans and black expensive shoes that'd give Rafael a run for his money. I almost sigh dreamily staring at him until I catch him staring back at me and I turn around.