Handsome Synonym For Man Novels & Stories

Tall, beautiful, the kind of handsome that makes a room rearrange itself, the easy charm, the way he holds himself like he’s doing the world a favour by existing. I describe him in detail, every detail, my voice shaking. And the man shakes his head, bewildered. “No,” he says. “No, nothing — he wasn’t — that’s not — the man who gave it to me wasn’t handsome, miss. Quite the opposite. He was—” the man gropes for the word, and lands on it with an apologetic wince, “—he was hideous. Honestly. Burned, or scarred badly, all down one side of his face, I couldn’t stop looking. I felt terrible about it. Not a handsome man at all. I’m sorry, I don’t — is that helpful? I don’t know what’s happening.”

He is worse than Lorenzo. But as I stared at the door he had just exited, a traitorous, forbidden thought crept into my mind. He was, without a doubt, the most breathtakingly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. The sharp, aristocratic symmetry of his jaw, the terrifying depth of his steel-blue eyes, the effortless grace with which he carried his towering, powerful frame. It was… a dangerous, magnetic beauty. Like a poisonous flower that you knew would kill you if you touched it, but you couldn't help but stare.

said a man suddenly. June narrowed her eyes to get a better look. The man was wearing a nice and expensive suit, June recognized it as the latest release of a famous designer. He was tall and handsome, his hair was light brown, and matched the color of his beautiful eyes. His jawline was sharp and his nose pointed, reminding her of the Greek gods statues. The man smiled showing his neat teeth and charming dimples. June didn't mind being treated to men like this, or maybe because June was already drunk.

He's older, I think 50 years, if he is that age, it must be in the transition period, but he for someone that age, is incredibly sexy. - Possibly a vampire. Adonis said. - You see, you know how it is with some beautiful, sexy men, even with their life made, in which they don't mess with people's hormones, while others not so beautiful have an absurd sex appeal. I know that kind of man had it both ways, but he was just handsome... I felt butterflies in my stomach like when the Dangerous Crimson touched me, when I remembered her face with crystal clear, pale body the color of fire.

“He got it pretty much right…” “Is he handsome?” Lune asked again. Sonnet laughed. Women were all the same. Regardless of how old they were, all women liked handsome guys! “He’s handsome,” she said. “Is he more handsome than Uncle Maxwell?” Lune questioned, blinking her eyes. “They’re both handsome in different ways.” This man was handsome, but in a different way from Maxwell. He exuded a sense of maturity and sexiness, whereas Maxwell was clean, neat, and good-looking.

The men bowed to him before they left, with their hearts feeling heavy for the poor boy who didn't know what he had gotten himself into. “Do you—” Kon turned, intent on giving the so-called devil peace of his mind. However, the words in his throat froze when he saw the handsome man standing a distance from him. To call the devil Handsome will be an understatement of the century. He was more than handsome, with his chiselled jaw, and too-bright green eyes that seemed as if it was trying to suck everyone in. His black hair glistened in the dark, and it seemed to accentuate his features.

Handsome didn’t quite cut it. He was stunning, the kind of man who made people stop mid-sentence without even realizing it. His hair was jet black, cut sharp at the sides, falling just enough over his forehead to make him look recklessly elegant. He stood at least six-foot-five, broad-shouldered with the kind of posture that came naturally to men who owned rooms without saying a word. His face was all clean lines and high cheekbones, his jaw defined, his mouth firm. But it was his eyes that did it—steel-grey, cold and deliberate, scanning the crowd like he was already two steps ahead of everyone there.

Xin had a tall and straight figure, impeccable facial features that were handsome beyond reproach, and such a mature and dignified dressing style, which made him look stunningly handsome. The handsome man, no matter what, was always handsome! Karsyn saw the perfectly matched couple standing together and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Manuel naturally wrapped his arms around Britney's body from behind, the timeless combination of black and white. It was absolutely perfect, flawless. "Oh my goodness! Seeing you two standing together like this, will I ever be able to get married?" "I won't marry then!" Manuel looked at Britney with his eyes and said, making a final decision.

shouted the man while trying to hold Jonea in his arms. “Bastard! You definitely intend to deceive Jonea. You even made her faint and want to do bad things to her? Let go of Jonea now, or I will scream that you are a criminal!” The handsome man grinned. “What? I’m a criminal?” “Yes, of course! Nowadays, even criminals have to have a handsome face and attractive appearance to cover up their crimes!” “What? Now you’re calling me handsome? Did you deliberately make a scene because you wanted my signature?”

“Come on. Be honest. He’s handsome and scary, right?: “I agree with the latter,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What about the handsome part?” She said, raising her eyebrow and narrowing her eyes as if she was analyzing my thoughts. “Don’t tell me he doesn’t suit your type.” I hesitated. Of course he was handsome. Anyone who sees him would say so. That man looks like every woman’s dream husband—rich, CEO, and handsome. But admitting that out loud? No thank you. “He’s okay,” I mumbled.