Just Some Guy With A Mustache Mga Nobela at Kwento

He released his grip from the guy’s hand and pocketed his both hands staring angrily at that arrogant jerk. “Who the hell are you?” The arrogant jerk asked facing Salvage. “Will you shut the hell up and get out of here? And why are you trying to hit a lady?” Salvage asked The guy flinched and shot a bad stare at Salvage. “Do you realize you are talking to me?” The guy asked arrogantly. Gosh! I just feel like slapping that his dirty face. He is just too annoying and so full of himself. “Who do hell does he thinks he is?” I thought to myself as I could not stop staring at him badly.

“I’m Trek and you are?” “Eura.” “Nice to meet you!” Trek smiled. “Same here!” “And Eura, this is our birthday boy and the owner of this club. This Grey Saldieguez.” Leinne introduced the man in a plain white long-sleeved polo shirt and black pants. This man looked classy and his only accessory is his silver watch. The man stands six feet tall, as tall as Lander and Trek. He also has paper-white skin that was glowing. He had very thick and dark eyebrows same as Trek. He’s wearing eyeglasses that gave him more appeal. His hair color was ash brown—Eura bet that he dyed his hair. His pointed nose down to his thin lips looked great to his features.

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

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.

Maddy's voice trailed off. Mark remembered the strange looking black man he'd seen walking down the pier behind Myra. There was something about him that reminded him of Mister Potato Head in spandex. Mark remembered a few of Ant's favourite put downs, and the one about Forest Whitaker and Ugly Betty having a lovechild who didn't so much fall out the ugly tree as smash it to bits on the way down seemed particularly apt. "He's a really nice guy and smart too," Jasmine said quietly. "Thinks all men are secretly in love with him though, which I'm pretty sure qualifies him as delusional. I love him to bits."

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?

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.