Just Some Guy With A Mustache Novels & Stories

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.

These guys were shitty human beings. Laughing man groaned in pain as he ripped his mask off. He rolled to his back, his hand wrapped around his upper thigh. I held back a smile when I realized that I'd nearly hit his gonads. He was in his late twenties with a buzz cut. Not bad looking, but he was the ugliest person in the world. All of them were. "You shot me." Laughing man shot daggers at me. "Really? Was that me? Whoops. My fingers must've gotten lost because I meant to do this." I flipped him off.

My nostrils are slapped by the strong stench of marijuana and cheap cigarettes. A guy with beautiful blue eyes and long dark hair tied in a ponytail leans on the door. He looks down at me with a cocky grin stuck on his face. The speaker might be annoying but this guy is hot! Attractive! I bet he's been called handsome his entire life. He digs his hands in the pockets of his faded ripped jeans and leans on the door, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. He keeps smiling and giggling. I bet he's high on weed.

Jessica nodded and gently adjusted her breathing to calm herself down. After a while, an old man with a goatee and round black-framed glasses walked over. He was not tall, and his chubby face opened up the wrinkles on his face, giving him a sense of sophisticated worldliness. He himself did not have any artistic aura. It was hard to imagine that such an old man ran a business of a Gallery.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

I know I was being judgemental but that was not how a billionaire's son would dress. I drifted my eyes to the next guy. He was holding a cigar between his lips. He had an outlined mustache and his hair was pushed behind and tied into a low ponytail. He was clad in a fitting white tee shirt and a pair of fitting black trousers. He smoked and puffed it then his free hand crawled on the lady seated beside him. I could see how his fingers crept on her inner thighs. I scoffed silently and turned to the last guy.

Vanelope scratched the back of her head. “Sure, I will be quick,” I told her before leaving. I immediately looked up to check where the sugar aisle was for me to save time. After seeing it on a sign on the far corner, I did a little jog, smiling after grabbing the pack of sugar that we needed. “Got it,” I was about to leave when someone tapped my shoulders. I looked from behind and saw this strange-looking man in checkered clothes. His jeans were worn out and he almost looked like a celebrity, but he looked a little bit odd. Grooming his stubble and mustache is probably not a thing for him to do. It’s a sad mess.

He was the most shy person I'd ever met honestly. Ed was tall, handsome with thick glasses and and dark hair. He looked like a softie and was a softie. His shoulder length hair was always ever packed up in a bun above his head and he wore mostly black. His full pink lips were exaggerated when he smiled, exposing his one left dimple and gap tooth. His eyes were Hazel with a somewhat light blueish ring circle around it. He was cute. I entered my bedroom. It was not much. Just a small bed with a few lazy decorations. I had never gone back to Frank's to get my bed from him. I thought of how much money I'd wasted there either the hopes I'd be getting a better opportunity.

“So, I’d said, dragging the word out. “This has been an amazing night; the food was wonderful and everything looked so beautiful.” He’d grinned, but continued to leer at me in silence. He wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t attractive either. He stood at toughly the same height as me with my heels on, but he was much broader. His hair was cut short, too much gray for it to be labeled the distinguished salt and pepper look, and he had a thin mustache, just as gray as his hair and thick lips. His overall shape was hidden beneath his suit jacket, but I could see the beginning of a pudgy stomach.