Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

"You look like someone deciding whether to stay or leave.” His voice came from my left,low, calm, and distracting in a way I didn’t like. I turned slowly. I already knew it was him. He was closer than I expected. Not too close, just enough that I could see him clearly now, without the lights softening everything. His eyes were dark brown, catching the light. His jaw was sharp, almost too perfect. Simple dark shirt, dark jacket.and somehow, it all looked effortless on him. Like he never had to try.I admired that deeply

But Knox? He's staring at him— he has this look, eyebrows all scrunched up. It's not shock. It's something more.

I shake my head. "No. He just, he seems familiar me. Does he too you?" She shakes hers. "No. I'd remember him." I cautiously turn to the window and get a better look when he turns to look at something up ahead. His jaw is sharp, just a hint of stuble it appears, and his clothing is simple. A man who feels no need to impress, and through his posture he maintains a certain degree of arrogance that confirms the notion. He turns his head quickly, and even from the distance, I feel violated by his stare. His dark eyes find me, and for a moment my breath hitches as I recall the handsome devil from my dream. The one who watched without helping.

I glanced up. Today, he was dressed very simply in a white shirt and jeans, but that simplicity did not diminish his usual noble aura. With a face as handsome as an actor’s and a dapper physique, he naturally drew the attention of everyone around him. From the moment he stepped onto the bus, all eyes were fixed on him, followed by a flurry of whispers.

his shoulders, his posture, his presence. He doesn’t look like a guy trying to impress anyone. He looks like someone who doesn’t need to. My stomach flips. “Say something,” he says, amused. I blink, snapping out of it. “You look… illegal.” He laughs. “Illegal?” “Yes. Like you should come with a warning label.” He shakes his head, but I can see the satisfaction in his eyes. “Your turn,” he says. I raise a brow. “Oh?” He steps closer.

I stated, walking closer to him. “You are early, that’s unexpected,” He muttered, but the minute he turned to look at me, he suddenly paused. I could hear his heart thumping so hard like it was about to jump off his body. It was like he had just seen a ghost. “What is he up to now?” I thought, trying to distract myself from how good he looked. The white t-shirt fitted him so perfectly and I just loved the overall look. It was simple and elegant at the same time.

he says when I let myself in. He's in the armchair by the window, jacket off, shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows, a glass of scotch balanced on his knee. Fifty-one and built like a man who still works for it, broad through the shoulders, silver at his temples, jaw sharp enough to cut something. He's looking at me the way he always looks at me. Like I'm something he bought and he intends to get his money's worth. I like it. I'm not ashamed of that at all.

Compared to the others, I truly do look plain. "Ridiculous." I huffed, grabbing a glass of wine from the table I was currently standing beside. Taking a sip, I continue to take in the scene in front of me, and that's when I see him... He stands alone at the edge of the dance floor, looking bored. From his stiff demeanor, I can tell that he doesn't want to be here about as much as me. His dark hooded eyes scan the area while his full lips turn down in a frown. His thick dark brown furrows together and his messy sandy hair dances in the breeze.

He is unusually tall, his body glistening with sweat and hate emanating from him. As he begins to take slow steps towards us, my eyes are immediately drawn to him. He stands tall and confident, his broad shoulders commanding attention. His piercing gaze meets mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. There's an undeniable aura of strength and power emanating from him. As he gets closer, I notice the subtle hints of vulnerability hidden beneath his rugged exterior, adding an intriguing layer to his persona.

His aura and presence are so commanding, that I don't judge them, I'd listen to him too. From where I sit I can see his skin glistening with sweat. He looks toned, oily, and toned. Magnetic. God, the way this boy makes me feel... I'm still in my thoughts when he suddenly looks at me. Our eyes meet and hold. I can't look away from him, you couldn't pay me to.