Handsome President Mga Nobela at Kwento

~~Alex~~ Jay pressed a hand to his stomach with a theatrical groan, rolling his eyes. “Oh no, don’t look at me like that. If I burst, it’ll be on your conscience. Headlines will read: Beloved President Hale explodes under mysterious circumstances while in bed with Alex Fisher.” My mouth curved in the faintest smirk, one that never reached my eyes. “Mm. I’d deny everything. Probably say you staged your own dramatic exit. Just like always.”

One time her son Kevin told her she looked beautiful, like the female character Art3mis from the Ready Player One film. President Chang loved the way she looked, and she wasn’t ashamed of looking like a female, hip-hop, cyberpunk, rockstar, video game avatar, with tattoos on her arms. President Chang was number one on the Rolling Stones’ top ten coolest influential presidents list, and former President Barack Obama was number two on the list.

A cold shower was the best. She let the water wash away all or part of his worries. The image of their president came to mind. He was handsome, she couldn't ignore him. Attractive, with thick lips, a semi-waving blonde hair that had a somewhat long classic cut that caressed the nape of the neck, a height greater than six feet and a structured body that was noticeable above the suit. But up there. That being attracted to her was something else. And more when he mentioned the fact that he was his partner

His eyes -widened In amusement . " She .she ..is ...o God ..help me .. before I eat her alive "- muttering that he rubbed his neck and ear which is so hot due to blushing .. Yes ..he is blushing by seeing his love who is walking towards him .. He is so happy like a glowing moon ..he is smiling ..it's now shock to all . Because he is known as a cold president ..His smile is reserved . It means ..his smile is only for his wife .. " Take care of her son ..She is still a kid .. don't mind her nagging please "- said her father .

I'd spent two hours in front of a mirror with all of my makeup products out, making sure everything was perfect as I thought about Mr Aebischer. What's the occasion, you ask? We're going to have dinner with the president of South Africa. "How do you know the president?" I just decided to ask, wanting to break the silence as I turned my head to face the handsome yet cruel, disgusting and inhuman man. He sat like a gentleman. He looked like a man with manners; well groomed, is the perfect way to describe him. Everything was crisp and ironed, not a single crease in sight, his hair was combed back neatly and he looked like what he described himself as: a businessman.

My blood boiled, as my fists clenched at the sides and I wanted to deliver deadly blows to that handsome face of his till it’s ruined and looked swollen. Did I call the arrogant jerk Handsome? Well, he is extremely handsome with a dirty attitude which is a total turnoff. “Listen to me and listen well I won’t take nonsense from you even if you’re the President! I deserve an apology and you better be quick about it or else…” I responded with fury.

the president asked as he offered me a glass of wine. He was a handsome man in his early forties, still very much single. At his age, he could pass for a thirties. He smiles broadly at me as I watched his Adam's apple. Gosh, what a hot man! Clara! Control your damn self! President Gifford and I became acquaintances when someone almost set him up with the paparazzi when he got heavily drunk. I found what had been done to him uncalled for so I dragged him to the restroom and hid him there.

' Hugo James looked at her, and the spoiled eyes almost stunned the clerk on the side. My own president has always been a cold and aloof male god, how can he be fascinated by a little girl today? Did she just hear that without charge? Seeing some embarrassment, the clerk quickly changed the subject. 'President, do you need anything else?' Jones Davis realized that there was someone beside him, and he was embarrassed and didn't know where to look. 'No, well done, give you a commission.' The clerk immediately smiled: 'The president's eyes are good, and the president's wife is lovely, gentle and moving. It's just right to wear this ring.'

Judy realized, "That's right. You're like a god of wealth." Judy asked, "What did you pray for?" Lewis said, "It won't be effective if I say it out loud." Judy: "..." "I did tell you what I prayed for, so it won't be effective, and I won't be able to make a fortune." Lewis patted his leg, "Hug my legs tightly for sudden wealth." Judy laughed and leaned on his shoulder, feeling very happy, "It turns out that dating a president has so many benefits. It's great."

My notebook lay open in front of me, pen poised, but my mind already spun faster than any meeting notes ever could. Hudson leaned back in his seat at the head of the table opposite Tony. He was in his late fourties, sharp-featured with silver streaks in his dark hair. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. Power radiated from him like heat from a fresh cup of espresso. The presidential election was getting real close, and everyone in this room knew he was the strongest candidate. His eyes scanned the room with calculated charm.