Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

"No, no, I'm not. Just enjoying the beauty of the ocean...alone." The man sat next to him, he obviously didn't get the message. His brown hair swept over his brown forehead, his eyes the color of a raven, they had in them a mesmerizing glow. On his upper lip was a shade of a neatly shaved mustache, he smiled at Harry. "He grunted as he sat, "yes, it's the most beautiful view in the USA. I'm glad I could see this." "Hm-hm." Jackson really hoped he'd leave. This was the only time he had to himself and he saw it get snatched by a random stranger. How unpleasant.

From his round face to the silver handlebar mustache on his face. The other man that has a ferious scowl but has yet to speak, looks Just like the duke. Tall thin with black hair and a funny franz Josef style mustache. I expected him to be pail and scary but what i see is Tan and inviting. funny how messed up humans actually got this stuff.

He was wearing a black mask earlier but now there wasn't any and I could see that he was really handsome. Infact, handsome would be an understatement, he was charismatic! He didn't look old but surely wasn't a college student either. He looked like a greek- god which a perfect jaw line and slightly messed brown hairs. His slight stubble was making his face a sight to look at.

A man with dark, curly hair, a goatee beard and glasses smiled at her. He was shorter than she'd imagined. Neither of them had been very good at the conversion and she'd thought he was taller than this. He was taller than her, but not by much. He also didn't have the broad shoulders that she was used to from the sporty guys she knew at home. He was rather skinny, but he had an air of confidence and a huge smile on his face. She could really fall in love with this guy.

Apparently, they had trained elsewhere. “Hey sweetheart, how bout we have some fun after all this is over?” one of them snickers, his dark brown eyes roaming me from head to toe. I take an instant dislike towards him. He is tall, lean and sports a shaved head, unlike the rest of the men here who wear their crowning glory with pride. There is also a tattoo of a pup’s paw on his neck.

His expression indicates a man who rarely smiles, and even the social cut of his hair suggests a more closed personality. His eyes and hair are as black as night, and there's no sign of a beard on his face, revealing a dimple on his chin that might make some women sigh. His athletic body is well-defined, as he's wearing a button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing no signs of a protruding belly.

I didn't know about his eyes but, he had nice straight well defined nose. And if he didn't do pink lips (because that's the act people where carrying out these days) then his lips whee nice. One wouldn't know if his teeth where broken, he had his mouth shut. Because most fine guys like this, when you see their teeth, you'd just hate them. He had his eyes glued to Tanachukwu throughout with a weird expression on his face, I thought he'd even talk to her.

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."

the man who welcomed her to the farm introduced. Eura raised her left eyebrow. She didn’t expect someone like the guy in front of him to accompany him. Well, he looked so handsome as hell—like a rich province boy. Thick hazel brown eyebrows and naturally long eyelashes paired with his curly brown hair, pointed nose, thin pinkish lips, and all of that fit perfectly in his squared-jaw face. His tanned skin suited him. He’s wearing a plain v-neck shirt, cowboy hat, blue jeans, and black boots.

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.