Novel & Cerita Male Character

“You know why I usually prefer females, at least, I won’t fall in love or sleep with them since I’m gay. But after facing near death, I’m willing to take a risk with working with males now so tell them to give me a male bodyguard this time around “. “You never fail to amuse me, Malik “. Wyatt smiled amused. “So. If I were to request for a bodyguard, describe what you want , the qualities you are looking for “. “I don’t know”. He shrugged in return. “I think big sized guys like Miles’s guards but my personal bodyguard in question must be handsome, must not be ugly__”. “Isn’t that the same thing ?”. “Shut up “. Malik silenced his brother. “I’m thinking, like a guy with a sense of humor, cute

After some moment a sexy male descended from the stairs, be has white hair that was complimented with his white eyebrows, his body was musclarly chiseled and firm, his jawline was so angular and sharp that some gods would curse him due to jealousy, the male firm muscled legs where flexing and twitching as he descended the stairs, he was only in a tight black boxer that fitted him so well making him look like a sex god which he is, the male was only twenty three and he's Adonis. The male gaze went to the other that was seating in a nonchalant way on the extremely expensive living room seat, he looked exactly 28 years old, he also has white hair with eyebrows, porcelain skin just like Adonis a

Up close, she was scary looking with a straight, unreadable face. “Whatever it is. I don't care, let's get this over with” another male said. This one had short hair with a scar on his forehead. Well-built with toned muscles everywhere. He was wearing the same clothes as Jordan. Both men had their distinct traits. Jordan looked a little more intimidating than.

His dark eyes raked over my body slowly, hungrily, lingering on my hard nipples and the wetness glistening between my thighs. God, he was everything my husband wasn’t. Marco Valtieri was a man in his full glory, tall, broad-shouldered, with a muscular chest that strained against his tailored shirt, silver threading through his dark hair, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He radiated raw power and danger. If anyone ever told me God created all men equal, I would smack them and tell them to look at Marco. My lean, gentle husband Luca looked like a boy next to this man.

Red highlights must be the fashion fever of the elite people in Mexico right now huh? He still has a lean, muscular body. The ones you can compare to a Calvin Klein male model, but with Eriol as the more seasoned of the two. He is a freaking sex God in the first place, so yeah... it is expected that a human male would pale in comparison to him. However, amidst this truth, Lorde still has a charm of his own. A charm that I once found...disarming. With that fine black trench coat, gray v-neck shirt and black pants, I found that his so-called charm never once expired.

D*mn, they must be virgins! I silently watched the macho dancer churn in the mid. Okay, like most macho dancers, this one has perfect six-pack abs. Tall, muscular... provocative. What’s so surprising, after all? He's a macho dancer, so it goes that way, and he has to have a great body that women crave and is pleasing in their eyes, because who wants to see a macho papa with a big belly, short in stature, and not s*xy? So, it’s not that impressive. This man before us today is no different from any other male performer anywhere. Typical. Usual. Common.

Even if they weren't part of the Five, they definitely stood out because of their fancy looks. The male in a delicate suit exuded an air of sophistication and elegance. His dark hair and black pearly eyes made him look intimidating like a cold statue. The male walking next to him was on his phone, talking about something. His light blue eyes had this snake-like dangerous glint, and his chiseled jawline gave off a vibe of distance. Then there was this other male who wasn't wearing a suit but still looked trendy. He had a smug grin on his face.

Well, at this moment, I realize that I've always glimpsed aspects of those improbable male protagonists in the man standing in front of me. He possessed a keen eye for detail like Sam Cahill, revealing it only when it suited him. He had the resilience of Ryder Daniels, who would still yelp when I playfully teased him. His demeanor mirrored the danger of Jake O'Connell but concealed a softer side. He could be as guarded as Keegan Meth but knew when to extend trust to the right people. His past was turbulent, reminiscent of Hardin Scott, yet he refused to let it haunt him. To me, he embodied all these qualities and more, yet remained utterly unpredictable.

“We could go there, and I could try to start a fire.” Malik shivered violently, his massive shoulders trembling. “Tired,” is all he whispered. My heart clenches at how vulnerable he looks. This was Alpha Malice, the most terrifying man in the territory, and he could barely keep his eyes open. “I'll help you, Miko.”

But I tell myself he’d absolutely have done the same to me if given a chance, he’s a grown male who knew the risks here. There’s little to no break, as the shifter is carried away and another male moves to the corner. This one is most definitely a warlock of some sort. He’s about the same build as me, which tells me he’s not using brute strength in this fight. We both wait and stare each other down as the announcer introduces him, I don’t even listen. Dante has half taken over, and pretty much just wants to be fully let out.