Handsome President Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That's good Sonny. You did well. Umm… Is he good looking?" "Of course! That was your first requirement, right?" "Uh yeah… But most of the previous ones we brought here were ugly. One guy I can remember was especially ugly and had a giant head on top of his shoulders. And we all know what came out of that. I don't think you really know what 'handsome' looks like." "Yes I do, Mother. Some fucker that looks like that president, what's his name, Johnson?" "Johnson? You mean Lyndon Johnson? Whoever said he's handsome?"

President cut her off "We got an anonymous message with evidence that the president's youngest son, Ryan Miller impregnated her long-time friend, but unfortunately, planning to abandon her and the baby just to maintain his father's political status." A voice came from the television.

Nathan was about to speak when the elderly man spoke. "President Nathan Legend, please forgive me for taking the forte. Before you speak, I will like to apologize on behalf of my nephew, Mr Hayes. I received your message concerning his misconduct and do not mean to disrespect your authority." He paused. Nathan's expression was deadpanned, his powerful aura making everyone cautious.

He will blow Heroes out with his Foxy Blue Red fire to vent if upset and even will confront Sotiras head-on if the other party make him dislike it a bit] Judging from the bio of this 'Sotiras' alone, it is an extremely stubborn person who abuses power and a stinky guy who didnt want someone in his way. Ada gritted his teeth as he look at the guy in a black tuxedo suit which was ranked in much more highest position that him. This is the current President whom had again was electing himself as a President for this years as 5 years already passed. 'Old Cow' Ada quietly thought inside his head as he visibly sneered at the corner of his lips when this humane President continued on to say,

The middle aged man was quite observant so he naturally knew that the President doted on their lady boss. Mo Yuhan answered the call and when he heard his wife's sweet voice, his lips curved upwards and his eyes softened. Everyone was stunned. Is this the real President? No, he must be a fake right? Our President Mo never smiles. All the women present over there were squealing when they say their President smiling. His dimple completely mesmerized them leaving them awestruck. "No, I am not busy. I was just sitting," Mo Yuhan replied. Everyone: "_" Not busy? Sitting? President, are you sure that you don't treat us like invisible objects or clowns?

He identified. "Bronx Vaughn? Isn't that..." I trailed off, unsure of what I was about to say. "Yes, ma'am. The current President of the United States of America." "What the...?!" No wonder he looked so familiar. Jesus Christ! "Does Celine know? Did the President plan this with her?"

"I don't know yet if he is having a trauma or what; that's why I arranged it for Kyle. He's hesitant, but he's willing to give it a try. Perhaps it will help him find some peace amidst the chaos." The president nodded in appreciation, his gratitude evident in his weary expression. "Thank you, Hideous," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "Your support means a great deal to me, especially in times like these." Rising from his seat, Hideous clasped the president's hand in a firm handshake, a silent promise of solidarity and friendship between them. "It's the least I can do," he replied solemnly. "Take care of your family, my friend. We'll get through this together."

“I don’t really think this beautiful beach needs a country club. I mean, aren’t country clubs set up in the cities? This is the ocean-side.” He shrugged. “I thought so too but we better impress them now because your Dad is expecting us to.” He said in a serious tone. I smiled and nodded. “Don’t be so uptight, Kino. We’ll handle this.” I assured him. We’ve waited for another fifteen minutes before a man in all black suit came. He looked really rich and serious from here. I believe that this is the President. My eyes narrowed at the person behind the President. It was Nero who’s wearing a three-piece Armani suit that hugged every muscle in his body. Even in a suit, he could work for a modellin

Grace “I don't think I'm in the wrong room, Miss Grace.” The man extended his hand towards me for a handshake, “Harvey Ashton.” My eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing his name. Ashton, that's the most influential family in the city. And the heir of it all, Harvey Ashton was sitting right in front of me. Tentatively, I reached out a hand for the handshake. He clasped it firmly and shook it before reclining back in his chair. “I believe we are not acquainted, Mr. Ashton. So I'm really puzzled by this visit of yours.” I said, genuinely perplexed.

My curiosity piqued, I wondered who commanded such reverence. As I craned my neck forward, I saw him. Julian Salvatore Edelman, the billionaire. His every step exuded power and control, his long strides radiating confidence. Behind him trailed Theo, his assistant. Julian's face was a masterpiece. It was perfectly carved, stoic, with thick eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a slightly pointed nose. His broad shoulders and flawless skin completed the picture, reinforcing his reputation as the city's most handsome billionaire.