Handsome Synonym For Man Novels & Stories

I had been expecting to see some grumpy old man not this… He was the most handsome man that I had ever gazed my eyes on. You know that kind of godly sexiness. One which is supposed to only be found in photoshopped images of sexy male models. Instead I was lucky, given the privilege to actually see it here for real, with my own eyes. That perfectly sculptured face, well combed black locks which I wanted to run my hands through to those really kissable lips. I could not help but bite my bottom lip, feeling really turned on.

he said with proud smile. He was right, he indeed was handsome... in fact all Knight brothers were the fine specimen and definition of Greek god but that was just in name their deeds were worst... in fact if one could really just take looks into consideration Jacob was most handsome of all... his dark hairs and dark eyes, with sharp facial feature were beyond handsomeness... he had build his body in such a way that his muscles would always look like as if they will pop out of his clothes any time now... he could have easily won for Mr. America title... however he was worst of all Knight brothers... the most criminal one..

The thought sent a thrill of warmth spreading through her chest, intensifying the desire already burning within her. He was the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went, a presence so magnetic it left a trail of awe in his wake. It wasn’t just his strikingly handsome face with its sharp angles and smoldering eyes that drive women wild. No, Vincent had an aura about him—a confidence, a raw, untamed power that made him utterly captivating. He was like a magnificent stallion, regal and strong, the embodiment of masculine perfection. Every movement he made seemed deliberate, a silent display of the strength he possessed and the control he rarely relinquished.

His voice was deep, perfectly enunciated, and way too rich to belong to a monk. “Come forward, Elijah.” Oh. So he knew his name. Eli startled, like he’d been caught peeking, and his legs moved forward until he stood in front of the man, and the figure finally lifted his head. Eli’s breath caught. Holy— He was…rugged. Handsome felt too mundane a word to describe the man. Despite the thick, lush black beards that covered half his face, Eli could see that his face was carved with sharp angles and symmetry. But it wasn’t just the beauty, it was the power behind it. As Eli greedily took in the man’s striking face, his eyes suddenly opened.

The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.” “Precisely. I don’t want to look adorable, I want to look hot and sexy,” I counter. The man nods in understanding, “Do you have a particular style in mind?” “Something that makes me look like a man! A masculine Man.”

She hesitated, then added, softer, almost resentful of herself, “He was… handsome.” The word landed like a spark in dry kindling. Apollo didn’t move, but the temperature in the chamber shifted — not hotter, not colder, just tighter. As if the air itself had drawn a careful breath and decided not to release it. Handsome. Not brutal. Not monstrous. Not crowned in flame. His jaw flexed. Slowly. Deliberately. “Handsome,” he repeated, tasting the word like something spoiled. Adelaide lifted her chin a fraction, defiance flickering weakly through her exhaustion. “Not in the way you are,” she said quickly. “Not… overwhelming. He was quieter. Sharper around the edges. Like—”

“He has a feminine beauty to him, doesn’t he? Not to say he’s not manly, but that’s what makes him beautiful. I find that feminine features in men make them handsome, and masculine features in women make them gorgeous.” I’ve never thought of this before but Max sure is handsome. He’s shown me a few portraits of his mother but I didn’t see a resemblance then. I guess it’s different when you’ve met the person and lived with them. Talked to them. The way Mrs. Danes has.

How can one man be both handsome and sexy? He’s the real definition of beauty—not Ryker, my ex boss and his polygon head.

I stood there, looking at the handsome man in front of me. He had tousled dark hair that fell perfectly around his face, framing his strong jawline. His eyes were a deep blue, almost like the ocean, and they sparkled with confidence. He had a well-defined body, muscular yet not overly bulky, and he wore a fitted shirt that showed off his toned arms. I couldn’t help but think, who looks more handsome than him and Milo?

He did it but I think it's more haggard to look at? I don't find him handsome at all. I have another definition for that word. My handsome is a man with angelic face, soft features and the mestizo type. And I’m sure it wasn’t him. His features killed the word angelic. All of him looks hard. There is no trace of tenderness, even in the eyes. He looks like he doesn’t have weakness at all, which I’m sure is impossible. "I thought you weren't coming," I said sarcastically.