Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

"You don't know me. I may have kidnapped a child." "Right." He piles some ham on bread from the table. "Yeah, you're a real desperado, sweetheart. Anyone can see that." Again, he mocks. "For God's sake, look at yourself. You're an annoying, tiny female with a conscience as wide as Kansas. I sincerely doubt you've done anything wilder than sing in the shower." It stings. I couldn't say why, but the bland and goody-goody description put my back up. "I've got a tattoo on my butt."

When will I get that? "Pouting in the middle of the day is not good, beautiful." I flinched a little and turned to see who is trying to make a conversation with me. His blue eyes was the first thing that I notice in him. His light brown that style up. He has a pointy nose, thin layer of mustache and beard. He held a ice americano in his hands. He wore a white shirt and black jeans. "I know." I answered him and I heard he chuckled.

A man with dark, curly hair, a goatee beard and glasses smiled at her. He was shorter than she'd imagined. Neither of them had been very good at the conversion and she'd thought he was taller than this. He was taller than her, but not by much. He also didn't have the broad shoulders that she was used to from the sporty guys she knew at home. He was rather skinny, but he had an air of confidence and a huge smile on his face. She could really fall in love with this guy.

Billie POV As I stood there, I could already feel the sweat forming on my brow, and the tall man walking towards me only intensified my discomfort. He was handsome with perfectly defined muscles, a slight mustache, and tousled hair. His physique reminded me of Nate's, but Nate was undeniably more attractive. The man wore a long leather jacket and black trousers, and his smile was striking, giving him a model-like appearance. I couldn't help but wonder, Who is this man?

And maybe a few likes. Pure research purposes. As one does. It took an hour, but I had a list of suspects. And God, I hated every single one of them. Like this guy with a private account and a profile picture of… a goldfish? pollux_420. Then there was a strange man. Justin. With perfect teeth, a beard, and one of those smug, expensive haircuts. He commented on every post Katie made the second she posted it. Probably jerking off to her selfies while sipping his matcha latte.

No family member should be involved forcing things out of them. “Appi–” Maria groaned, ready to deny her even when there was a zoo of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach but she did not get a chance, as Mustafa approached them. Wearing a grey coloured three piece, he was looking so good, just like a greek god. With a white shirt tucked underneath, beard trimmed and hair gelled to perfection, he was looking the definition of a powerful man, who had hold over every single person present. Maria gulped as her eyes landed over his eyes, set over hers, eying her like a hawk, arms bulging out with the minutest of movement. His veiny hand had a matte black rado watch which was adding to his ca

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Mimi was starting to sound like a girlfriend already. Despite the rather intimidating brush of mustache above his lips, which granted him a countenance of grim maturity and an illusion of lonerism, his grin was as jubilant as a child’s. Even his pearly-white teeth were showing. Mimi even discovered another easter egg in his features: he had a cute little dimple—an unsuspecting little impression on his cheek—that somehow made him look adorkable! The more she considered him, the more she realized just how cute this mean-looking guy could be.

The baseball card guy has his table laid out, and the cheese woman is here. There’s a man loitering by the honey table. I haven’t seen him before. Shroomforager3000 said to look for a man with a beard, and this guy definitely has a beard. It’s waxed and pointy like a goat’s. His mustache swoops. He’s wearing a short-sleeve collared shirt under a brown velvety vest. He looks like a cross between a lumberjack and a yodeler. He sees me, and his lips curl. I am a wolf, and his smile seems wolfish.