Handsome President Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was wearing a reading glasses, and with his long silver haired tied behind his back, his loose whit shirt that long sleeves were folded to his elbow, revealing his rather muscular forearms. Right at these moment, he was looking like a some kind of a handsome writers, who writing his works in a cafe somewhere and the sunlight made him looks rather ethereal, almost like a painting. No wonder these man had been reported to have the most good looking visual amongst men, that can compared to any models or even actors. In short some of the celebrities can’t even compared to the President Mies, on top of that he wasn’t even wearing make up. Noticing the stares for a tad bit too long. Finally Pre

Because yes, he would be beta but he didn't like women, he preferred bigger and harder bodies over his, making him scream and driving him crazy with pleasure. He lost his appetite just thinking about it. Without another word, he went upstairs and into the bathroom. A cold shower was the best. He let the water wash away all his worries, or part of them. The image of the president of him came to his mind. He was handsome, he couldn't ignore it. Attractive, with thick lips, semi-wavy blonde hair that had a somewhat long classic cut that caressed the nape of his neck, a height greater than six feet and a structured body that was noticeable over the suit. But until there. That he was attracted to

Now, the President gave her a divorce agreement at this inappropriate time and took his daughter, who was not related by blood, abroad. No matter how he thought about it, he felt very ashamed. He felt that if the President left, no matter how much Natalie liked him, she would not wait for him. Having been by the President's side for so many years, he had watched him alone all the way until now. He had thought that the President might really be lonely for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, the young madam appeared. Since he met the young madam, the god-like man finally showed some "ordinary" expressions, so he thought that although the President was arrogant, he should like the young madam v

The man might have been less than 50 but the unhealthy form he had due to lack of exercise and caffeine abuse made him appear 20 years older than his real age. "I'm inclined to favor that suggestion." the president replied. The long table in their circumference had all the smoking beverages and light snacks within arm's reach yet nobody was touching the delicacies with how tense the atmosphere had become. "Anything else?" the man at the helm of the table said. As the President of the most powerful nation in this world, he has taken the office with both humility and courage. He was now in his last year and almost 8 years of service had been filled with great dedication which can be seen in hi

Justin and the president's gazes locked, before he had motioned him forward. " Commander, so nice of you to grace this event," " I'm honoured Mr. President, I couldn't refuse the country's president's invites." Justin responded as he slightly bowed. A glint escaped the president's eye, that was the kind of general he needed, one who would bow to his commands and orders, not the self declared general, arrogant and defiant. The president held Justin's hand as they moved several steps away from the crowd into the quiet hall way. " How's everything now, did you confirm that he is really dead?" The president began, stealing glances bath and forth should anyone spot them.

I’m watching the moment the current president steps out and up to the podium. Photos flash at a high speed rate, their shutters sounding through all the microphones. The president is an older man with graying hair and a scar above his eye that he claims was from a motorcycle accident in his youth. He’s generally well-spoken and well-liked by both sides of the political aisle, though his policies have pissed off one side more than the other. For him to be at Edward’s press conference sends a clear message. That bipartisanship he’s fought so hard for is gone.

As soon as the live news came out, some Yan value powders were guarded. An overbearing president whose face value is not lost to the star, but also entered the rich list, I wonder how many women have satisfied the fantasy of the overbearing president in the novel. At the beginning of the live broadcast, when Ethan Wharton appeared in a black suit, both the scene and the barrage exploded. The height of 1.85 meters, wide shoulders and narrow waist, a perfect figure that even a suit can't cover up, coupled with a face that can be top-notch in the entertainment circle, is really hard not to make women crazy.

That’s right, Kovi Brahms, a former acquaintance and a friend of a friend back in her university days. Mark Zheng never knew the president was capable of casually speaking to someone, albeit his hunk summer beach life guard facade. The man’s tan skin was luminous under his clean white uniform. Not to mention the tightness of his uniform allowed it to sculpt and enhance his muscle, a sight to bless the crowd. The man was truly gorgeous with his tall figure, wide shoulders and chest, and fit waist. He was like a Greek sculpture found in the museums that went to life. Over all he’s a perfect definition of a player.

Till the person had called her name. "Susanna" Turning to the direction at which her name was called, her eyes widened as she saw who it was. He appeared so handsome just standing at the door, in all his grandeur. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His facial features were babyish, big eyes, soft skin and a button nose. His chiseled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. His eyes a sparkling blue, so much like Hannah's, and his soft, feather-like black hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart.

(Special ability: Sensory Ability possessed by my bloodline). "Any last word?" He asked, anger visible. "My last word is scrap this rubbish you call scholarship up," I said. "You will be dead in a second," He added, as his claws elongated as I braced myself for death. "Bring your hand down, president," A cold voice suddenly said as he walked up to hold the president's hand and bring it down. Everything died down, including the reinforced energy. I looked carefully at him, and he was just about my age, and I hate to admit, he is very handsome, which left me lost for a moment. But how could he manage to control the president with that tone?