It's Him Reviews Novels & Stories

Five minutes tick by before the door swings open and a tall, dark, and handsome stranger walks in. Okay, maybe not a stranger, but definitely tall, dark, and handsome. He's got that whole “tech guru” vibe going on, complete with a strong jawline, dark eyes, and a mop of neatly trimmed dark hair. His crisp white shirt and tailored black pants make him look like he just stepped out of a catalog. Mr. IT Guy strides over, gives me a brief nod, and dives into computer rescue mode. Me? I'm stuck in stare-mode. His profile is like a work of art — straight nose, lips that look ridiculously soft, and lashes that seem to go on forever. Every time he swallows, his Adam's apple does this adorable little

(Trigger Warning: Abuse) I gasped as I woke up, I shot up from the bed in shock. I started coughing furiously before looking around the unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on a blurry figure in the room on a chair. I looked around me in search of my glasses, I picked them up from the nightstand beside me, put them on quickly and looked at the figure. It was a guy. He had tattoos and he just looked really serious and mean but he watched me with concern and calmness in his eyes.

I was examining a beautiful ivory lace set when a voice spoke behind me. "That color will suit you better." I spun around to find a man standing too close, holding up a red lace set. He was probably in his thirties, with dark hair slicked back and a smile that made my skin crawl. "Excuse me?" I said coldly, taking a step back. "The red," he repeated, moving closer. His accent was Italian, his eyes traveling over my body in a way that made me want to shower. "With your skin tone, and your hair… trust me, bella. Red is your color."

A small, stupid hope whispered that maybe he wasn't online, and that maybe this obsession was just mine to carry. The screen refreshed. And there he was. Top of the list. Verified. Every inch of him was exactly as magnetic as memory made him. @lloyd.Luxen, 200k followers, athlete, basketball highlight reels, a grin that screamed I know I'm trouble. His bio read: 🏀 "Not everything needs to be figured out." Of course it didn't. Guys like him never had to figure things out, the world just bent to their rhythm. The first photo stopped me cold, him mid-air, jersey clinging, and the entire court blurred beneath his leap. The next was a grin, with his teeth flashing, and arms spread as if he owned

But the girl didn't seem bothered, instead she was happy that her desk had been chosen. "Ah, another project," Khalil murmured to my hearing. His baritone voice sent shivers through my body. I shook my thoughts and tried to regulate my breathing. Had I told him he was hot? Shoot me now. I peeped at him from the side and I noticed his ironed uniform and his wet curls falling against his cheeks. He looked beautiful but I knew better, he was a demon and he wasn't gay. He was probably testing the waters. And I was pretty sure I wasn't liquid.

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

I thought bitterly, glaring at his perfectly curated image. Apollo Dean Stine. Even his name sounded ridiculous. The man wore charm like armor, his bright silver eyes twinkling with a cheerfulness I could only describe as infuriating. They had a strange quality to them, shifting colors subtly with different lighting. People always gushed about how unique and mesmerizing they were, but to me, they were nothing short of absurd. "Who in the world has stupid eyes like that?" I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. I scrolled further, my eyes catching on his recent look. He'd grown out his glossy, jet-black hair since I last saw him, and though I hated to admit it, it suited him. The extra l

Athletic. A low voice spoke behind her. “Uh, Miss… I think you’ve got the wrong person.” Rhea stumbled back, mortified. Her hand flew to her forehead as her face turned red with embarrassment. The stranger turned around slowly, revealing a face straight out of a K-drama: flawless skin, sharp features, full lips. He was tall, model tall, with a frame that made her forget how to breathe. She blinked, stunned. He kinda looks like Lee Dong Wook? She thought, heart skipping a beat.

"It was lovely seeing you again after all these years." He left and Elena sat down next to me. "See? That wasn't so bad," she said. "Something's wrong with him," I said. "He seemed nice to me." "Too nice, did you see his eyes?" I looked at the door. "They were cold." "You're being paranoid," Elena said but she sounded uncertain. I shifted in my wheelchair and my elbow knocked my water bottle off the side table and it rolled under the bed. "I'll get it," Elena said bending down.

“Marcus is… just my older brother… We’re nothing more than siblings. “Felix… I’ve always loved you,” Risa confessed to Felix sincerely. Meanwhile, Marcus looked furious as he watched. Risa shrieked and ran over, wanting to turn off the projector. “Turn it off! Please turn it off! “This video is a fake! It’s completely fake! I’ve never done such a thing!” Yet, before she could make it to the projector, the Wallace family’s staff stopped her. Amanita snickered. “You want to turn it off? That won’t do. The more exciting part’s coming next!”