Handsome Synonym For Man Novels & Stories

I watched him languidly while forking every piece of the meat, and couldn't help but admire his similar Adonis’ features. Argh, I really hate the fact that he is very hot and attractive! Why is he handsome and sexy? Can’t he just be ugly and fat so I wouldn’t feel this way? I don’t like him!

Handsome did I realize what it was. “Are you going to get out of the way politely, or do you want me to make you?” the large man asked. Mr. Handsome stared at the gun with a disinterested gaze, looking from the man to me and back again. The amusement I had seen in his eyes that night was present once more. It was as if he found this situation entertaining, as if he craved moments like these. “Do it.” My breath hitched when he said that. Is he stupid?

The words died in her throat. The man standing before her was, quite possibly, the most handsome man she had ever seen. Dark hair, slightly tousled. Warm brown eyes that crinkled at the corners with amusement. A jawline that belonged on a magazine cover. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and the coffee stain spreading across his white shirt did absolutely nothing to diminish the effect. He was not Leonardo. He was nothing like Leonardo. Where Leonardo was cold, this man was warm. Where Leonardo was sharp edges and dark shadows, this man was gentle curves and quiet confidence.

With huge bulging muscles, sturdy and broad chest, dark ebony hair, chiseled jawline, beautiful baby blue eyes, pink lips, light stubble dusted on his cheeks, and dressed up in a black leather jacket and black trousers with long boots, the man was the perfect definition of hot and handsome. I kept gawking at him like a fool when suddenly something clicked in my mind. "Y-You.. you look familiar. I mean you resembled someone whom I know very well." I drawled out as I was still in a trance and looked at Zion for an answer. "Doesn't he look like someone Zion?" The man was young, I mean younger than Damien and maybe just the same age as me. Or one or two years older but not more than that. Zion c

Handsome is the first word that comes to mind as I take in his sharp, chiseled features and dark hair. I let my eyes wander over the werecat, down his carved muscles, and lower still until I can’t stop the blush when the obscenely large and not even erect length of him catches my eye. Swinging between his legs without a care in the world that he could seriously hurt someone with that thing.

was not the best word to describe him. The man—whoever he was—was so damn good-looking. No! Good-looking is an even worse understatement. He was a thousand times more beautiful than all of the celebrities and men she had ever seen in her life. He was tall, his charcoal-dark hair was scattered and swept to the left side of his face. He had a strongly-defined masculine jawline and dark eyes that held no emotions in them, and he didn't blink for even a second as his evil-looking eyes behold hers.

Sonya saw a dashing man standing next to her while holding her hand. "Sorry, Madam, keep your manners; please don't make a noise here." "Who are you? What right do you have to stop me?" Sonya exclaimed, feeling a surge of anger. As she looked at the man, she took note of his haughty and cold expression, which contrasted with his strikingly handsome features. His athletic build exuded confidence. 'Ah, it must be nice to be held by a man like this. But who is he? He seems to be close to Nathan,' Sonya thought, wrestling with her emotions.

his smile comforting as he gazed right into my eyes. I couldn't help but admire the handsome man in front of me I haven't seen someone this handsome before in my life and his presence alone commands respect. I said with a firm voice in an attempt to appear strong, “do you have a problem with a woman being the alpha warrior?” I questioned the massive man in front of me but he didn't seem bothered at all. He said nothing for a few seconds making me rethink my tone, before he stated “quite the opposite, I like woman who are outspoken and confident like yourself sweetheart” he said making me blush uncontrollably at the sound of him calling me sweetheart.

he gestured his hand for me to wait. We stopped for a minute for I don't know reason. Maybe he got hungry so he need to get and buy something. I stayed and wait for the continuation for what he was about to say then I saw him typed something into his phone and started recording his voice. “Hey g****e, how to say ‘pupuntahan ko lang ang kaibigan ko sa loob’ in English?” He confidently asked his phone. Heh! ‘To say ‘pupuntahan ko lang ang kaibigan ko sa loob’ in english, ‘I just visit my friend inside,’

~Sable Up close with the stranger, the shadows melted away and my bravado almost did too. Holy shit..! The man was… fucking handsome! Like, stop-your-heart-and-then-kick-it-into-overdrive handsome. He was older, maybe early forties with little crinkles at the corners of his eyes that suggested he’d done a lot of smiling in his life. But he still had this boyish thing going on with a strong jawline softened by a mouth that looked like it was moments away from a smirk.