Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

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."

“Quoting Shakespere the second you walk in the door. Ambitious. You let them see how smart you are, they might just give you a job here.” She turns to Eddy, thinking that he said it, but he is looking past her. Besides, the voice came from somewhere behind her. Turning in that direction, she finds a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He has a back pack slung loosely over his shoulder and his uniform jacket hangs open, with his shirt pulled loose from his pants. He smirks at her and it takes everything inside of her not to blush. Instead, she gives a casual shrug, deepening her voice an octive or two. “Eh. I could use the extra money.”

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.

I rested my head in the table and let my mind drift off. I felt somehow giddy and nauseated because this is my first time in detention. Yeah, you heard it right. I am currently in the detention room and gladly theres only 15 minutes left and I'll be out. I looked up and saw the guidance counselor snoring. He's a fat man with an almost balding hair and he has a fake mustache. How can I say it's fake? Well, where can you see a mustache growing on a guy's upper lip?. He reminds me of a character in 'Clarence' but I don't really remember his name. But I'm sure it was one of the teachers there.

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.

I swallow and ignore Sasa howling inside like a lunatic. She keeps pacing, scratching, tugging at me. I mentally shove her into a corner. She huffs dramatically and sulks. I grab the tray and straighten my shirt with one hand. My new short hair still feels strange brushing against my neck. Some pieces are sticking out weirdly, but whatever. It adds to the disguise, plus the mustache . Jack is messy. Jack is careless. Jack is a boy with pink hair who definitely doesn’t look like Lala Robinson. At least… I hope so.

“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.