Model Couple Novels & Stories

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.

Valentine decided to divert her attention from the two to Pepper and the models. She felt guilty for underestimating the company. All these thirty models were divided into three categories. The first ten models—including Missy—were the ones with skinny, yet wonderful body. The way how square their shoulders were and how their collar bone popped out was definitely every man’s type of women. The second ten models were thick, just like her, they had side rolls, back rolls, belly rolls, and jiggly arms and thighs. Some were curvy, some were not. The third ten models were plus sizes women, they were beautiful and confident with their own body.

"Except that I am. It's not all as great as you think." "Oh, come on!" Marion picked up a stack of magazines and catalogs from their coffee table and waved them in Jaylee's face. The pages flapped, fanning her with a breeze that smelled of cologne samples. Images fluttered past. Male models. Posing to display chiseled abs, sculpted chests, rock-hard buttocks. Strong jaws. Brooding expressions. Smoky come-hither bedroom eyes. Lots of skin on display. Bronze skin. Mocha skin. Dark chocolate skin. All of it smooth, hairless, gleaming.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

They always depicted the good life you could have if you bought that particular car. One picture in the brochure depicted some friends out in the countryside. The girls looked glowing with pink cheeks because of the cold, and of course, they seemed incredibly healthy for having walked across the pub's car park. The models were all gorgeous, and one girl was teamed with an exceptional looking guy. She was wearing jeans and stripey socks sticking over the top of a pair of flat boots. Roni had poured over that photograph. The had girl looked so wonderful that she had nipped out the next day and bought a pair of boots exactly like them and a similar pair of socks. Unfortunately, she wasn't model

(Downtime Office Worker girlfriend) “Well, see that brand logo on the front?…That belonged to the Manganesse Arms…you know that famous Firearms company, that just release the new type of firearms that went famous at the recent news..they annouce that they will producing their own High performance vehicles…and that model right there is one of them…looking at this one…it looks like it was a secret model, probably a special made one….look even the normal model were only used by top star and ministers all over the world and that SUV cost at least several million each…”. (Downtime male office worker) “Really?…then a special made one would be…”. (Downtime Office Worker girlfriend)

"The man in the charcoal suit with the silver mask. That's Hector." I cut my eyes toward the pillar. The man was massive, standing over six feet with a military build, a heavy leather belt visible beneath his unbuttoned jacket. Attached to the right side of the belt was a sleek, silver electronic card reader. The master key. "I am going to the VIP tables to initiate the bidding war," Adrian said, his eyes locking onto mine, holding me in place. "The moment the crowd shifts toward the stage, you move. Do not look back."

I’’m smart, fun, and- A young couple passes us, both probably in their early twenties, both model material. The girl looks Hispanic, with an obvious but well done BBL. The rest of her is tall and just thin enough to be considered thicc but not fat. Her boyfriend (that’s what I’m assuming he is) is tall, taller than Blake even. He’s muscular but he’s somewhere between Lewis and Blake; slightly lean with broad shoulders and just enough muscle to show clearly that he’s a gym bro.