My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

To keep me from actually falling into the trashcan, I push with my hands in front of me trying to balance myself but end up falling on the floor. A lot of people start to laugh and I look up at them. Or more specifically I look up at one guy because how can I not? He is gorgeous. He is mesmerizing. He is basically shining the light of beauty into my eyes. Mr Popular has smile applied to his face but it's not too much and it's not too little. It's fucking perfect. His eyes are so flawlessly drawn and his face is just as flawless and his styled black hair matches everything and his skin is goals and... "Are you okay in there?" A girl next to His majesty asks and I think it's either Nee? Nia?

Obviously, it was one of those days when the coffee machine broke again. I started wiping the floor and then noticed that the bell above the door was tilted on one side. I stood up on my tiptoes trying to correct it, stretching my hand as much as I could. Suddenly, someone opened the door, pushing me away, and making me lose my balance. “Oh, God! I'm going to fall!” I thought, shutting my eyes close. Yet, surprisingly, I didn't fall. I landed in somebody's arms. I carefully opened my eyes and saw an insanely handsome man with strange silver hair, and glowing, gray eyes. Unlike his hair, his long lashes were black as night.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

Or if I am Rosalie Anderson, the next beauty queen for the state, trophy daughter of Doctor Fred Anderson and Elizabeth Anderson. “I won’t,” I promise her and she nods, pushing me forward towards the den where my father nurses a drink and a cigarette. He smiles as we enter and he kisses my mothers cheek. I pretend not to notice the lipstick inside his collar and the smell of alcohol on his breath. I simply smile at him, as large as I can and kiss his cheek.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

He waved a hand in front of me, "Are you okay? Miss, is there something wrong?" "My heart is racing.." I just couldn't take my eyes off of him, he looks so beautiful to me and his big green eyes are reflecting to the moonlight. I have never seen a face like this before. I mean, Drey is handsome but this man before me is truly beautiful, I'm speechless. It must be that I really am not fond of men that I refuse to look at them, yeah that must be the reason why this guy just looks so beautiful and charming to me.

an attractive man speaks right to my ear, He's undeniably handsome, but perhaps I'm just too wasted to even appreciate that. “Hi,” I respond, aiming my answer to no specific target. I'm way too drunk to even focus. “You’ve been dancing here all by yourself. Don't you feel lonely?” the man asks as he continues to let his hips sway. I gesture one finger, as if pointing out something that's wrong. “Being alone doesn't always mean you're lonely,” I clarify. “And a beautiful lady such as you doesn't always have to be alone,” the man reasons in response. “Accompany me then.” For the very first time I finally manage to focus my eyes on this man. He indeed is attractive. The kind of beauty frequentl

There was a delightful smile on his face. I was learning something about this man. He had the magic to make people around him feel relaxed and lighthearted. “But surely I can‘t be the first person to be the victim of a crime on your island,” I tried to reason with him. “No,” he admitted with a slight shrug of his broad, muscular shoulders. “But you just might be the most beautiful.” I stared at him for a second, my eyes wide. He withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, seeming to feel awkward. “I‘ll, uh, go have the maids make you something to eat.”

Marcus I am the first to wake up from our after sex nap. From the light illuminating the windows it's probably midday by now. I should get some work done as I haven't been to the office in days, but I can't seem to be able to tear my eyes from the man lying next to me with his right hand covering his face one knee bent and covers strewn all over barely covering him as he slept peacefully. I smile at how sweet he looks; I trace his exposed skin with my fingers until I pause at the exposed thigh where a huge scar mars his beautiful skin. It had taken everything in me not to flinch or linger when I had seen it earlier.

If only fate could wipe the tears away of such a precious soul. * "This is the address, her name is Sonia. I want her to go broke." He said calmly. "Yes, boss," his man replied. Hamza kept thinking about her plea. Her tears kept roaming his head and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about her and f*ck. He felt so f*cking frustrated. Why the f*ck he didn't pay for her performance, that way she didn't have to perform in front of all those men.