Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy With A Mustache

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

“I might not be older than you, but I know what I’m saying!” I turn at the sound of his composed frustration — and almost gag. Such an awful sight: that tangled beard, that ridiculous mustache. “How dare you say you’re not older than us?” I snap. “I’m sorry, I’m very young—look!” He grabs at his face, and with a single tug, the mustache comes off. Our eyes widen. He’s actually very young. “See? I’m a soft child at heart,” he says with a sheepish grin.

The ugly man clenched his fists as he heard that, wanting nothing more than to punch the other man, "Just shut up! I'll say this again, shut your mouth! Otherwise, I'll rip it out!" The mustache man laughed when he heard that, "What? You want to hit me? Let's just forget about what would happen if you broke the rules, even without the rules in place, you would still be no match for me. Stop thinking so highly of yourself! You're nothing in my eyes!"

“Sleeping Beauty wakes.” I grunted and reached for the pot on the marble bar. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’m starting,” she said, finally glancing up. “Mystery Maserati guy? Tall, built like a Greek god, tattoos, jawline that could cut glass? Yeah, we’re talking about him.” I poured my coffee. “He was just helping me.” Jess smirked. “Men who ‘just help’ don’t give you their personal card. Or look at you like that.”

It's not someone you know,' Celeste warned me. But even so, I had no other option. I held onto the doorknob, twisting it open, and I saw a man who had long, black hair. The way that he instantly smiled the moment he saw me made me shiver down my spine. His face was also covered with his thick mustache and beard, so it was quite difficult for me to examine his facial features. I wasn't even sure if that was real hair or if it was only artificial. "What do you want from me?" I asked the strange dude in front of me, but I received no answer.

The least I can do is wear some fancy drawls under my clothes for a day or two. Patty straightened and decided to be a good sport. “All right, I'll do it for you.” Jackie smiled at her victory. “Good. You’ll love them.” Patty shrugged. “Excuse me,” a man said. Patty and Jackie looked up at a black man in a three-piece suit. He wasn't wearing a tie. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and full lips. His afro was short and square shaped. He had a sexy smile.

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

I asked, making her confused for a moment, before pulling out an empty paper and a pen. "Give me a clear detail of this man." I loved art and I could create things on paper. It was a talent I had enhanced since childhood. "A six foot five guy, has a weird mustache and a goatee for a beard, he is dark, usually on a buzz cut, and is heavily built." While trying to make sense of the description, an image flashed through my brain. That was it! Quickly and made a drawing of the picture I had seen on that fateful day of the man, while Elena watched in curiosity.

Jai and Darrion replied before doing just that. The door swung open a minute later, revealing a man with a mustache and an unhappy face. Well, he looked very stoic and expressionless. Studying the man up and down, he looked like a butler of the house. Wearing a full butler outfit and glasses, the man looked very intimidating. Not to mention the gray hair, slicked back and the slight wrinkles on his face. “How may I help you?” the man asked.

From his round face to the silver handlebar mustache on his face. The other man that has a ferious scowl but has yet to speak, looks Just like the duke. Tall thin with black hair and a funny franz Josef style mustache. I expected him to be pail and scary but what i see is Tan and inviting. funny how messed up humans actually got this stuff.