Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

I don't want any more psychic attacks from this crazy person. "Are you a crazy person?" I said, throwing a sneer at him. And again, the handsome face owner just laughed at my words. Does he think I'm like a joker? should anyone who saw my sneer, they were scared — or at least disgusted. Look at my appearance, it's like a zombie. Does anyone feel at home with me for long? "Oh, Honey ... I just found out if you now like to joke like this. Hahaha." The tall man with a thin mustache stuck his hand into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing. Then he took a small rag and put it on my forehead. Shit! The sweat on my forehead didn't seem to have disappeared.

A smile escaped my lips, and I thanked these people in my thoughts. I returned my gaze to Justine, who was wearing in loose, sloppy, old faded jeans and a tattered sleeveless top. His hair was unkempt, and his face was unshaven, yet despite his beard, he still looks attractive. I'll give him that. His beard definitely adds to his hotness and sexiness. Furthermore, he appears to be completely comfortable with those firearms. He is undoubtedly the real definition of the word 'sigma.' Justine chuckled. “Yeah, he absolutely is,” he says picking salmon out of a can with his fingers.

It was like he wanted to jump up from his chair and slam the door in my face. The other came across with his mustache, the pure white shirt and the sly look on the distinctive face, like the cliché of a gangster from the television. The fake smile also went with it. Just like the scar over his mouth. Like me. Just not at an angle, but lengthways. It started under the eye and went down to the chin.

A gentleman who only wore singlets and sarongs headed towards us—his mustache, so long that some even turned into his mouth. "Sorry for our mess. I just gave a little surprise for my mother. I just came home abroad." I'm trying to be understanding. "If you want to scream inside. You guys, disturb the comfort of the others." said the father of mustache. I just nodded politely. The man left and turned to his house. I see he did not enter his home. But, sit on the porch. Looks like he wants to watch over us. Without permission, I barged in.

I held the urge back to roll my eyes. But what really caught me off guard was how attractive the guy in the middle was. He had dark brown hair and a stubble. I shocked myself, thinking how soft his hair would be if I had let my hands through his hair and rough beard. His hair was like a wavy mess; tousled. He had light blue eyes, I could see slight annoyance in them, but he quickly masked it with an expressionless face. Something told me was a man who doesn't show expressions, for some reason that fact annoyed me. Why business men always had such a face, I never understood.

I went to the high stool in front of the counter before plopping down on it while keeping both of my hands on the counter. He was a man in his forties close to fifties with silver hair covering his bald head. He had a white mustache and some recently shaved beard on his cheeks. His skin was pale despite some sun-burned patches on his face. The most noticing thing was the mole on his cheekbone. His lips looked dry and chapped and his forehead was frowned. He was not tall like other men in the house but still was taller than me. He didn't have a bulky figure and also he was not skinny. He surely was so different from others.

the guy said while smiling to Hazel who's surprised by the cute guy's words. "Thank you" she just nodded pursing her lips in shock. "Wait do you go to Rosemount university" she asked in surprise as she is shocked to see the shirt he's wearing on which her University's name is printed. "Yeah, I'm 2nd year student there." the guy replied after looking at his own shirt. "OMG then we're same year, wait now I know where I saw you you're the introverted guy with no friends right!" she exclaimed as she remembered where she saw him last time.

Said Miska loudly as she continued to struggle. "Shut his mouth, you watch him here." Said the man with the bald head pointing to his friend who had a mustache. The three men went off somewhere leaving a man in his fifties with a bushy mustache on his face. "Please let me go, I will give you whatever you want." Miska told the man to release him with the lure of money. “You know my current money is sufficient for my family's needs, I don't need your money anymore. But… if you give your body I will consider your offer. ” Said the man with the mustache with the corner of his lips pointed.