Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

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.

since he loved pussy and he couldn’t fuck me. I should mention that Henry was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, but certainly the biggest jerk. He was tall, close to 6'2", and had dark hair with gray eyes. He had an extremely well-groomed beard and mustache, and he also had a scar across his left eyebrow that gave him a bad-boy vibe that really turned me on. He was a typical str8 guy who loved to look like a bad boy and inflict fear on others. He liked to raise eyebrows with his appearance; therefore, he was always neatly dressed. That night, he was wearing Adidas joggers that seemed to cling to his legs and show a nice bulge. He wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt and white sneak

They melt in your mouth. Hank was pushing the things around his plate, without ever taking a bite. "Do they serve hamburgers here?" "Baby, try just this small piece. There are other things than meat, you know?" Michelle offered. "Yeah, but they are not that good." Mike Trivino, one of Matt's teammates, high-fived Hank. Mike is a tall fun guy with a weird mustache. He let it grow after watching Top Gun, in an attempt to make him look sexier. Well, it didn't work. Now he looked like somebody you don't want your kids to play with.

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.

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 had to smile upon seeing him when I wanted to throw up in disgust. “What request do you have this time? The last time you came, it was after your divorce. You cut all ties with the gang after your remarriage, so why are you here?” The man in front of me asked. He wore a black bottom down. His mustache is longer than it should be. Stuck between his fingers was a stick of cigarette. “I have a simple request from you,” my eyes trailed the three shirtless men behind him. All the boys are showing off their chests.

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.