Romans & histoires Johnny Cade Physical Description

She didn’t reply, just met his eyes, steady. They walked down the corridor together. Johnny moved like a man used to being looked at. He’d grown into his legacy—into his body, his money, his name. Broad shoulders, precise jawline, that clean fade and beard that made him look too good for LinkedIn but somehow still belonged on Forbes. But to Minnie, he wasn’t just headlines and camera lights. He was Johnny Castile.

Panicked, the girl who was earlier enjoying the face-sitting party says, “King, who’s this psycho bitch? Stop her.” King, really? I snicker. These girls must be oblivious to how much of an ass Caden is. But of course, they’re captivated and enchanted by his bad-boy-rich-boy appearance. Take his light brown hair, for instance—trimmed at the back and sides, but a bit longer in the middle. Then his lively hazel eyes, defined jawline, and perfect nose. Caden is six feet four inches tall, lean and muscular, with mildly tan skin adorned with tattoos. Despite his infuriating personality, most girls consider him marvelous, claiming he has a to-die-for smile. Caden doesn’t say a word, nor does he sto

He switched sides, giving my other breast the same attention, and I felt wetness pooling between my legs, my body responding in ways it never had before. "Lie back," he instructed, and I obeyed, sprawling across my bed while he stood and looked down at me. "You're overdressed," I pointed out breathlessly. He smiled and pulled his henley over his head in one smooth motion. Jesus. Christ. I'd known abstractly that Cade was fit—he worked construction, rode motorcycles, lived an active life. But seeing him shirtless was something else entirely. Broad shoulders, defined chest, abs that made my mouth water, and tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder in intricate designs I wanted to explore wit

I snorted, carelessly piling things on my desk. “Who?” “Gah!” I yelped, falling back into my chair, feet in the air. Johnny was standing at his office door, looking like a slut. Hair tousled, eyes drowsy like Freddy Krueger had just paid him a visit in his sleep. He was wiping his lips, staring at me like I was a full-course meal. And I think I was the specialty he couldn’t quit. His shirt was barely hanging on him, half the buttons gone, belt unbuckled. He looked like he’d been mauled by hyenas.

he tosses out. "My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

Queen Zita's POV. "Hey Miss, where did you come from?" John Wood interrupted my very sinful thoughts about him. He looked to be over six foot tall, with beautiful enticing brown eyes, and a well-sculpted body. He had a smooth spade-shaped beard with a manful gritty stubble. He had shoulder lengthed soft curled dark hair. If you were to see this man, you would understand the fuss I made about him. I sighed softly, lost in my marveled thoughts about this handsome Greek God in the human body.

But even so, his handsomeness is still evident and at the same time his cuteness. As for Mark Mendoza, he is literally cute especially when he smiles. Even his height is cute. “Hi!” I looked at the newcomer who was carrying four bottles of water. It’s Johnny Kim. I know him. I once saw him at a business event that Daddy went to together with Mommy and my big brother. He was freaking hot as hell at that time and at the same time handsome. Even now he looks hot in the school uniform. Maybe because he’s tall, handsome and fit so whatever he wears it’s like he’s modeling what he’s wearing.

The following day Cade was already waiting when I arrived at 1369 coffeehouse, the place packed with caffeine addicts and the smell of fresh baked goods wafting in the air. He was situated in the corner, trying to look inconspicuous; and failing. He was very good looking and had an ethereal air about him that garnered attention wherever he went. His dark maroon shirt only served to highlight his dark features, it was tucked into a pair of dark wash jeans and secured with a slender leather belt; his shoes were sleek black sneakers. He had an air about him that drew attention, whether he was trying to or not. While he wasn’t a celebrity per say he still got mobbed by people if he was out, he w

She was positively gorgeous with her porcelain skin, long wavy black hair, and a figure to die for. Alpha Kade was well over six feet with a solid Alpha physique, broad shoulders, and massive muscles. Tattoos littered his exposed skin just like Theo’s did. Between the two, Theo was definitely sexier, but that was just my own opinion. I was certain that Luna Elle would think the opposite.

It was really just a two-minute walk from her apartment to his, but knowing he was already on his way made her heart skip happily. Mere minutes later, the front door opened. Johnny stalked into the living room gracefully, looking more appealing than anyone had a right to. He wore a simple black t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, dark jeans that hugged his thighs, and his hair was slightly messy. His eyes found her immediately, scanning her from head to toe… taking in the way she sat on the floor, her head sluggishly bent, wine glass in hand, cheeks flushed. Those awake greeted him and he answered but his attention stayed on Charlotte.