Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

"Sure, I'll go find Mr. Gibson." I stood up, really annoyed. "Why do you need him? What can he even do?" Shane shook his head. "He can't do much, but he can come to the party with me." I banged my hand on the table. "No, I'll go. Why change your plus one for no reason? I was busy before, but now I'm free." Shane looked at me and gave a small smile. "You don't really mean that."

We laughed and gisted about so many things as we walked gently. After few minutes, we got there and entered into the supermarket. He walked towards the food section and began picking some food items. I assisted him in carrying the trolley basket as he keeps throwing the goods into it. We gigged and made fun of each other as we walked past the section. He also brought beverages and other food implements. Suddenly, a guy from nowhere walked up to us. We both stared up surprisingly. The guy was dressed in all white looking extremely handsome but I don’t think his handsomeness can beat Salvage’s own.

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

“Sleeping Beauty wakes.” I grunted and reached for the pot on the marble bar. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’m starting,” she said, finally glancing up. “Mystery Maserati guy? Tall, built like a Greek god, tattoos, jawline that could cut glass? Yeah, we’re talking about him.” I poured my coffee. “He was just helping me.” Jess smirked. “Men who ‘just help’ don’t give you their personal card. Or look at you like that.”

I question, my voice hoarse from lack of use. “Yup, fully qualified. I don’t have to deal with gore, so no need for scrubs, and white really isn’t my colour. I know I should have a beard and a jacket with leather elbow patches and smoke a pipe, but that’s not really my style.” His smile is gentle and I find myself giggling softly, glad that he hasn’t gone straight in and pulled the Band-Aid off my wounded psyche.

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Even in everyday attire, he looked like someone who gave a shit. With his acne gone and his weird, patchy stubble shaved off, he looked put together. Like I said, he's not the cutest guy ever, but he's Jonathan, he's a really good dude, and I found myself liking even the parts of him that I would call "not cute". Ugh, that description sucks, but, like...

I look to see who it is and was surprised to see four attractive guys walk in the living room. The guy that announced their arrival was cute. He was tall and well fit with a nice golden tan. His hair was dirty blond in a wavy, almost messy-like hair style. He has brown eyes and a sharp jawline. You could also see there his facial hair grows around it and above his lip, but it looks nicely shaved. He looked so slim and fit that you could see more of his Adam’s apple than the rest of the others. When he smiles, you could see his perfectly white teeth.

Mimi was starting to sound like a girlfriend already. Despite the rather intimidating brush of mustache above his lips, which granted him a countenance of grim maturity and an illusion of lonerism, his grin was as jubilant as a child’s. Even his pearly-white teeth were showing. Mimi even discovered another easter egg in his features: he had a cute little dimple—an unsuspecting little impression on his cheek—that somehow made him look adorkable! The more she considered him, the more she realized just how cute this mean-looking guy could be.