Male Eye Candy Novels & Stories

Eric drops his eyes toward his shoes, pretending to be talking about something else. “Ten oh what, Eric?” I ask, confused. Eric nods his head toward the left. I look, hoping to get a glimpse of this so-called ten o’clock candy. My head takes a moment to catch up with what my eyes see. Green emerald candy which belongs to the one and only Killian Kelly. My mouth falls open, eyes widening, unable to turn away. Like a bad car crash, only it’s the opposite, the most beautiful sight you could possibly imagine walking toward me.

I take the time to let my gaze wander all over him while he is cheerfully munching away. His brown hair is dark, and his eyes look red in the bright light inside the hospital room. He still hasn't shaved, and my eyes are drawn to his flexing jaw as he chews. Damn, Samael is a stunner—seeing him eat counts as watching straight-up porn when he got that kind of face. Or am I a creep for thinking that about a person who definitely can't be younger than thirty?

The three of them, Mia and Ryder and Priya, at a table in a restaurant with good light and better wine. He’d chosen it. She’d looked at it when he showed her and said: your father would have approved. He’d held her gaze for a long moment. Then: yes. He would have. They ate. They talked. They argued about something that didn’t matter and mattered completely because it was theirs. At some point Priya raised her glass. Looked at both of them. “To the wrong pair of eyes,” she said. Mia stared at her. “You knew about that?” she said.

“ Sure, there are thousands of pictures of him on the internet. Trust me, you got quite a catch. He has a face made for thebillboard.” Quite a catch? I was fuming mad already with the way she was drooling over him. I immediately wished the reverse was the case; someone who was fat, ugly, old and has a face made for anywhere else but the billboards. “ Really? Then he must be really stunning.” I smiled at her and leaned in as she searched him up. Marcella didn't get my hint but instead went on rambling on how gorgeous he looked. “ Yes, he is. His eyes.. his eyes are the most coldest yet charming set of gray eyes I've seen. I mean, apart from you. But yours doesn't come close.”

A smile formed at the corner of his lips, then he took a step closer, eyes holding onto mine like he had no intention to let go. My stomach churned from the way he looked at me and… Fuck! He was too hot! Lucan Freaking Cyrus was the most wanted man in… Texas. 6’5, tall, broad and sculptured in ways I have never seen another. No 40 year old should ever look this hot, but he was…. brooding, yet sexy in the most terrifying way ever.

Unlike me, she actually enjoys cooking. I pour myself a bowl of cornflakes and add the milk, because how else should it be done. Only psychopaths pour the milk before pouring the cereal.. I finish eating my cereal and I see the time is 7:26am. Since the bus doesn't get here till 7:30am, I decide to play candy crush on my phone but before the game even gets a chance to load, I get a notification from our schools 'Hot Topic Of The Day- South Philly High' app.

However though known as a cold hearted man his music was all interesting and romantic. With dusk till Dawn the song of Sia playing Rinna found herself closing her eyes and with the rhythm of the song flowing in her body she leaned her head against the glass tinted window. As the song continued to play she tried to imagine how Zayn Malik was in the video but horror of horrors she only got the image of the devil, the way he was at the hospital , oh goodness the ocean blue eyes..

Even though she had never purchased anything expensive in her life, she had enough sense to recognize high-end luxury when she saw it. As she wandered near the base of the staircase, a large framed photograph caught her eye. It was a portrait of a teenage boy, likely between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. His chin was held high in an arrogant tilt, and his lips were pressed into a narrow line. His eyes were so intensely dark that she could envision storm clouds swirling within them, complementing his sharp, strong jawline. She found herself utterly captivated by his elegant, intense features.

She increased her pace—bouncing more roughly on his d·ck and soon, she felt hot sticky liquid shooting into her womb. “Ah!” She cried in ecstasy with trembling legs. She maintained her position while gazing down on the drained gentleman. “That was… amazing,” he smiled widely. Yet, Marie kept gaping at him, but all she could see was Jinx Armstrong. Slowly, she reached for his eyes and then began rubbing his left eye gently. At first, he found it a bit weird, but never complained. While he remained motionless and basked in the pool of pleasure, Marie extended the claws on her fingernails.

she muttered. She rolled her eyes at every man present there. She was reading them with the details worn by them. "Hmm! the watch was released as a limited edition." Her eyes were engraved on a guy surrounded by girls. "Popular among girls but the ring glittering in his hand says he is already engaged... Next!" her thoughts were changing shapes often.