Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

the strange man greeted. Looking up, I saw the man glance between the two of us before he grinned at me. "Would you like to join us?" Milo asked, motioning his arm toward me. The man smiled wider before he sat next to him, his arm brushing against my right side as I moved further away from him in the booth. I was a ball of nerves with no idea what to say or do. I glanced up for a moment to get a better look at the stranger, noticing that he was around the age I thought he was. His light brown hair was beginning to gray above his ears, and his face was cleanly shaven. His face looked soft, and his hands even more so. Yeah, he was definitely the office type. It was obvious that he had never wo

So much white. He wasn’t wearing his glasses but the most unusual part was the mustache on his face. Where did the black bushy mustache come from because he didn’t have one earlier? Could he have grown one in less than twenty minutes? Magic.

I turned my gaze back to the sports car. Suddenly, the door opened. Mustapha stepped out, looking ghastly. His all-black outfit made him appear as if he had just come from a funeral. His black obsidian hair was slicked back, save for a few bangs that hung over his forehead. His face was exceptionally pale, and heavy bags under his eyes made him look like a walking ghost. He was smoking a regular cigar while holding a gun and a knife. Truth be told, Mustapha was the most dangerously handsome among Martello's men, despite his bored demeanor. Although his average height made me look like a fragile man, he was a total freak. A fucking maniac that they called him.

She asked again like I had just been wasting my energy explaining to her. “I told you everything just now, weren't you listening?” I let out a frustrated sigh. She shook her head slowly and said, “It's hard to pay attention when your mustache keeps distracting me.” Fuck! I quickly touched my face and the mustache was there. My eyes widened, “Wow!” I said nervously as I removed the mustache. “Are you ready to tell me where you're coming from?” She demanded. “Look, Judith. I was really just playing around with this thing.” I continued to press.

I immediately made my way to the kitchen to fix something for myself, but I was caught off guard. There he was, standing as if he had walked right off a billboard, wearing a sleeveless black top and briefs, his firm hands were evidence of years of gyming, and I could see his dick through those damned briefs. He rolled his tattooed fingers on the glass he was holding, somehow I picked that it was a habit for him to do that. “I asked if you need something?” his voice sounded huskier than usual, and there was something it did to me.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

He's not bad either. His looks are strict and he seems to be a man who sticks to his rules. He has brown short hair and grey eyes. He is clean shaved and I don't see tattoos on him unlike most men here. "That's cool. I would love to know you more. If you don't mind that is" he smiles softly. Is he just pretending or this is the real him? Grayson is the ultimate devil unless this is not his son. "Sure, I would love that too. It gets lonely when I visit and I could use a friend"

Councilman Mitch complained. “Watch yourself.” I warned in a low tone. Folding my arms over my chest, I waited for Bruce to be finished with his…well whatever he was doing. “Yeah, dude, chill out man. I can only work so fast.” Bruce grinned at Councilman Mitch who gave him the death glare. “How about you shave the pathetic excuse for a mustache and learn your job!” councilman Mitch retorted. Bruce was a scrawny kid with a face full of pimples and three hairs for a mustache.

It was moving on its own and there is only one thing that - or person - that I can think of who has the ability to do this. I looked around the room, My eyes scanned around the gym until I saw a weird looking guy dressed in dark jacket. His head was cast down and his fedora hat slightly covering his face. He must have felt me staring at him because he suddenly looked up. Once he did, I saw that he was wearing those joker fake glasses with a fake nose and a mustache. There’s no doubt about it. The demigod is here crashing the party.