Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

Melissa must remind him of the past. "I'm a wee short on supplies, but I'm no monster." He stepped aside, inviting them in. This man seemed to be in his early 30s. He had a short, stubble beard that was well-kept and large muscles were visible through his white t-shirt. His face was slightly wrinkled yet he still managed to look young. He was tall, yet relaxed as he gazed at them with curiosity.

I smile broadly. He sighs in relief "Thank God, I thought it was one of those make-up sessions you women have all the time," he clears his throat noisily. I swat his arm "Hey!" "Sorry," he shrugs and we continue walking. I glance sideways once in a while. He looks really neat, his hair is unkempt but it looks sexy that way if you ask me. He is in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie with black sneakers. His jaw line is well set and I love the stubble on his face.

I whisper. This guy beside me chuckled and handed me his scarf, “For what?” I ask him, he smiles and faces me before he removes my mask and gently wipes the side of my lips using his scarf. “You don’t have to wear makeup, you’re beautiful without it anyway,” he said and smiled. “By the way, I’m Jackson Jace Canver” he said and offer his hand, I stand up and said, “Sir, I can’t do my job right now, so go find other women to satisfy you tonight. I’m just not in the mood right now.” I said, stroking my hair up and walking towards the door.

Just like that … man. “There was a man,” I say, trying to pull something useful from my fog. “He acted like the leader, but he wasn’t the boss. Suit, slicked-back dark hair, thin mustache. Forty-something. He had tattoos … a snake and a cross inked on his neck.” “And the barman,” I add quickly. “He looked on edge. I saw him talking to the mustache guy.” “We tried questioning him, but he’s missing,” David says grimly. “We’ll keep looking.”

He is like a book with a lock that has no key. The man looked much older than Ivan and Dante, his hair in a long ponytail which applied this look as a mafia man even more. He had a slight stubble on his jaw, a frown etched on his face like it permanently belonged there, I guess Mafia men don't know about the word smiling then and no Ivan's little stunts don't count. He was dressed in a black suit just like the rest of them, one thing I can never understand. These men don't get the concept of freedom in your own house, it's scary.

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.

It was just my luck to be struck down with a cold at the same time as my period was due. The mattress creaked as they all rolled out of bed. Four enormous, half-naked muscle men stumbled out of the bedroom, half-asleep with bedhead and morning glory. Grayson scrubbed a hand over his outgrown stubble. “I need a trim, but I can’t be bothered to do it,” he muttered. His long wiry whiskers gave him a rugged appearance and it made him look twice as sexy. I leaned in for a cuddle, kissing his lips, and felt the coarse texture spike my upper lip.

“I might not be older than you, but I know what I’m saying!” I turn at the sound of his composed frustration — and almost gag. Such an awful sight: that tangled beard, that ridiculous mustache. “How dare you say you’re not older than us?” I snap. “I’m sorry, I’m very young—look!” He grabs at his face, and with a single tug, the mustache comes off. Our eyes widen. He’s actually very young. “See? I’m a soft child at heart,” he says with a sheepish grin.

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 .

She tried to smile sweetly. The guy leaned back on his seat and drank his ‘machito’. When he put his cup down, he had coffee froth all over his mouth that he actually looked like he was sporting a mustache. He didn’t even make an effort to wipe it off. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “I only date models.” “Shocking!” Adrienne said under her breath. “So, how come I didn’t know about you, Andy? We don’t see you at the Starcks’ events. We knew Ariana had a daughter, but we never saw you before.”