Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

No appetite or strength to lift the spoon to my mouth. I had a knock on my door and rush to check, it was an unknown face. A young man maybe in his early thirties, dressed like he went jogging. He had fat muscles on his both arms and chest which is an evidence that he visit the gym often. He looks like a bouncer and was good looking, tall with a fine mustach but I don't know him. I opened the door and stepped out.

Now, I should try my best to sleep or else I will have no power to walk to Siya? I wonder what she's doing now? George should not do this to her. I pray to God, that she will get a true love. I don't know what has happened to me nowadays? I have simply started talking with myself. The guy said in hesitation, "No, I know if I sit there you will try to unmask me." I assured him, "No , I will not try to unmask you, I am promising." The guy said, "Ok, I will but first eat you foods."

Jace leans over to give him a light peck on the lips before he straightens back up and sips his coffee. He is the exact opposite of uncle Leo in every physical way. Uncle Leo is around five foot nine, with tanned olive skin and dark coloring. Brown eyes and black hair. He has a smooth face with no facial hair or blemishes. He is lean and toned. Where as Jace is big and burly. He is six foot three, with wide shoulders and muscled arms. A semi professional hockey player, he was excessively manly in appearance. Creamy light skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a full beard and a deep love of flannel shirts. He reminded Asher of the lumberjack man on the Brawny paper towels but prettier a

Winner is next to Killer, probably why he got smacked three times in the twenty minutes we have parked the van. His light green gaze is playful even on such a serious day. The fake mustache completes his playful look, but I have to admit he is a good looking man, even with the belly. Like a big teddy bear. Scurry is next to me, he is a quiet guy, deep brown eyes and a hard set of jaws. His nose is prominent and his skin is a deep brown that looks like he was born golden. He is a very handsome guy and can tell you a story that is so gruesome and make it funny.

There was nothing attractive about him deflated appearance, not even the mustache he kept looked good on him. I sighed. Fucking hell! I'd just been catfished.

I’ll just take it slow when I decide to approach him. I watch him as he talks to his friends. He is laughing and having a good time. He is tall, big, a tattoo on his lower leg shows but I can’t make out what it is. He has no muscles, but is still strong. Like what humans call a dad bod. Oooo so hot! His hair is reddish brown, and it is cut short. You can tell if it was longer, it would be wavey or curly. He has a shadow where his mustache should be.

“Of course.” The man who is maybe in his forties, has dark brown hair and a Hitler style mustache that would make anyone roll their eyes, is right where I want him. He licks his lips thinking about all the possibilities on how this could go. He could get lucky. He could have just found a new member for the cult. Or he discovered the next sacrifice.

replied the one holding the trunk door. Another man came. He was tall and bulky than the rest and had a trimmed mustache sitting on top of his lips. He crouched over her body and dared to tilt her head and inspect her face. “Damn, she’s hot.” “Boss will have a lot of fun with her.” The one with a cigarette remarked. “Hell yeah, now I’m jealous of that old fart.” The mustache man agreed, and the three of them laughed. That cruel old bastard has all the young females in the bunch. Having his fill and fun with them, they thought this chick right here would be added to his growing lists soon.

The mustache one smiled and tilted his head. “Hey y’all! Sorry to walk up on you like this… we saw you guys at the other place and just had to come talk to you.” Emily turned toward Mr. clean shaven at her window and saw that he also had a friendly smile. At least that’s what he was trying to convey. “Can we help you with something?” Emily asked them. “Oh.. yeah sorry.” The mustache dude laughed. “We don’t meant to be creepy.” Too late. Emily thought.

The guy keeps yelling and his yelling is getting louder and louder, but everyone keeps ignoring him. That guy has bushy hair and a thin beard and he only wears brown pants, brown leather shoes and a black cowboy hat. 2 ammo chain tattoos are crossing from his right shoulder and left shoulder to his waist drawing X on his front and back. No wonder everyone considers him like trash. You must think so by just a glimpse of his look. Alfi and Kartika run towards him. “Hey, did you mean Waku-waku? A group of polka dot cloaked folks who are about to invade this town?” Alfi asked agitatedly.