Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

A voice interrupts my thoughts, and I tilt my head slightly to see a guy I don't recognize standing in front of me, wearing an Iverton jacket. I raise an eyebrow, brushing a hand through my unkempt hair to get a better look at him. His shiny brown hair is styled in a way that screams 'trying too hard', his ugly brown eyes fixed on me expectantly. He's about the same height as me, but slightly less muscular, and there's a fresh scar on his left cheek that looks like it was made by a wild animal. Did this guy get into a fight with a pack of rabid raccoons or something?

I said to him as I walked out. I decided to come back later if I went to a pizza shop and I wasn't lucky to be given my desired job. I didn't tell Mennessa that I was going job hunting today. Possibly she might think I will be at home resting all day or go out to have some time to myself but not job hunting. "Dude, that's a nice mustache you've got there," a random guy said smiling and looking at me awkwardly I appreciate the compliment but I felt like he was not actually sincere, it sounded like a tease. Yeah. That was the disguise I opted for, it was much easier and more comfortable walking around in a mustache compared to looking like a freak on a face cap with a face mask on.

I wasn't informed that we could have a date. I knew I would be at the warehouse for a few hours, so I brought a few snacks. Someone knocking on my office door inturpted 'my eating cheetos' time. "Come in." I say with a mouth filled of cheetos. The door opened, and Vincenzo came into view. He is so fricking handsome. "Ciao, bella." Vincenzo greets. [Hello, beautiful]. A bright smile takes over my face, "Hey," I say, "What are you doing here?"

I turned around to be met by a young guy. He was average height, and he had an accent that reminded me of the American country side. He was wearing big tops and baggy pants. "Sorry, but I don't need company, all I need is solitude right now" He didn't say anything, he just walked up to my front, earning my full attention in the process. "You know, we all go through shits and regardless of what you are going through, I need you to understand that you will be fine" I gawked at him, like he had grown another head.

First, I needed to sort out this thing with Alice, for good. After ringing the doorbell again, we waited a little longer before the door finally opened. In front of us stood a tall dark skinned guy with a nicely trimmed beard. His hair was cut short in a buzz cut and he had a 3D sleeve tattoo which was done to perfection. He was only wearing a pair of yellow swimming trunks and no shirt on. "Hello..?"The guy said as he looked between me and Anushka. He had an accent I couldn't quite place.

Men fall over themselves for her as much as they do to Stace. Justin plays a little diddy on the piano and synthesiser; he looks like a rough biker, long unkempt hair tied up into a top knot and a long shaggy beard; he is all muscle and tatts and loves to show them off. I don’t think Justin owns a t-shirt or even a shirt, for that matter. If he could play nude, he would. He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining.

How can I when i myself is involved with a mafia man? Trevor, that asshole, he is the most annoying piece of human being that I have ever witnessed in my life. He always irritates me, at first I would find it disgusting but after our worst drunken night I start noticing him. Everything about him fascinates me, ho he is cold but inside he is such a kid who wants pampering. I always feel his gaze on me, but I ignored him completely. I know I am just a time pass for him, but I want someone who will love me.

a man asked as he sat down at the table. Williamson and Matt blinked a couple of times before they recognized who it was. It was Jacobs. The balding DA, who was usually cleaned shaven, was wearing a fake brown mustache and a long brown-haired wig. “Wow,” Williamson said and started chuckling. “I can say the same to you,” Matt stated with shock. “At least I have a good disguise,” Jacobs snapped. Williamson and Matt burst out laughing. “You look like you got a gerbil on your face,” Matt said as he laughed.

"Mr. Lawson doesn't have a problem with the menu. He's not great with drinks, so I'm drinking for him." However, the guy would not back down. "Who do you think you are? I want to drink with Mr. Lawson, not you." I clenched my fists. Why did some people love to force others to drink? "Mr. Cunningham, you might not know that this is my assistant," Shane said, still smiling. However, James Cunningham was not having any of it. "It doesn't seem right for your assistant to butt in when we're drinking, Mr. Lawson. You should teach your assistant better."

Just like that … man. “There was a man,” I say, trying to pull something useful from my fog. “He acted like the leader, but he wasn’t the boss. Suit, slicked-back dark hair, thin mustache. Forty-something. He had tattoos … a snake and a cross inked on his neck.” “And the barman,” I add quickly. “He looked on edge. I saw him talking to the mustache guy.” “We tried questioning him, but he’s missing,” David says grimly. “We’ll keep looking.”