My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

"Thank you!" The screen went blank then an image of the most gorgeous man I ever seen appeared. His skin was milky white, eyes bright sky blue and hair short dirty blonde. I could only see from his chest up but I knew from his defined face and broad shoulders he had a muscular body. His face was chiseled in perfection but his eyes were soft and kind. If this was my new boss I prayed he was faithfully married because damn, I was going to get in trouble. He cleared his throat with a sly smile and I widened my eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Brookstone. The image was a little blurry but everything is clear now. My name is... "

- Said an elderly man. Good to see you. - He stood up and hugged him. Likewise. Who is this beautiful woman? Don't tell me you finally got divorced? Some things never change. - He said awkwardly. - This is my new assistant, Sophia. Pleasure to meet you, miss. - He kissed my hand. - Allow me to say that your stunning and exotic beauty is mesmerizing. You're very kind. It's a shame you're not divorced yet. You two would make a perfect pair.

A soft masculine voice sounds from right behind me and I turn around to tell him to fuck off. I am caught with my tongue in my mouth as I catch the smiling face in my line of sight. His hair is trimmed short, his face is so clean, his skin glows. I open my mouth and close it. Thoughts of saying anything, muted as I stare awestruck at this beauty of a man. “Hello, So what is a beautiful girl like you doing in this shit hole,” his words come easy, he is smiling, smiling at me. It is like my world is no longer existent.

“Yeah. You're mine, and you’re so goddamn beautiful. So beautiful you make my heart flutter, baby.” “Say… say that again.” My rhythm is so fast, my dick bobs on his abs, and his balls slap my ass with every drop down. “You’re so beautiful. Ethereal. Mesmerizing. And I'm happy to be fucking the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on.” “Ah, fuck… Jordan… fuck… more… please…” “My preppy looks like a sex god.” “Fuck… please… more…” “You're so fucking gorgeous I could stare at you till I go grey. You want me staring at you all day long, right?”

Taehyung walked reducing the gap between making her heart beat increased and finally it come out of darkness and showed – A man near in his 23 – 24, wearing a black tax with red tie, he is looking some kind of handsome hank, I never thought this man will be this handsome, his eyes as if it holds dark secrets , a smrik plastered face which make him more handsome devil but his beauty is such a waste when a man is rotten from inside. He smiled "You could not even take off of your eyes on my face baby !!!! Few seconds ago someone said I am ugly...do you still see the same....." He always proud of him being handsome, dashing and when someone say him not being smart, it's simply insult a big insul

Unlike my mates, his is like a gentle promise of care and protection. " No no, please I will do it". The man instantly smiles and it's so fucking beautiful. His set of teeth are pearly white and I don't think he uses them. Two little dimples appear on either side of his cheek, and I find myself smiling back. I can't help it, it's contagious. " Wow! You are so beautiful" I exclaim a little bit louder and quickly cover my mouth with my palms. The man laughs some more and finally stretches his hand forward for a handshake.

“Hey beautiful. I hope you have a wonderful day and I get to see you tonight. Meeting you has made my life so much better. I can’t wait to see you.” I lay back on the couch as I don’t have to do anything at all right now, I wish there was this brown haired beauty laying with me. Ding. I read a text that came through, thinking it was from Andie, but it was from the man. What? This fool wants it done now?

He strolled toward our table like the room had rearranged itself for him, black suit, open collar, gold chain glinting at his throat, smile sharp enough to cut glass. Handsome, confident, the kind of man who thought charm was a weapon, his gaze flicked to Alexander first, then slowly turned to me, lingering, assessing, amused. "Well," Marco said, accent curling around the word, sliding into the seat opposite us without waiting to be invited. "Didn't know you were bringing scenery tonight, Vicetti," I felt my spine going rigid, while Alexander, he didn't blink. "Marco," Alexander replied calmly. "You're late,"

I wanted to see him when i would go home. And when i saw him... I felt my heart stopped breathing. Don’t take me wrong. He was looking so beautiful with. They truly complement each other. I would say if Cyrus was handsome, his husband Louis was beautiful. And i loved when he blushed. Cute... I knew Cyrus was faking possessiveness and jealousy but in real, he was so happy and glowing in love.

And I was definitely not the type to show up at a school event where I was the social equivalent of a used tissue. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” he pressed. “I’ll save you a dance. A few dances.” I looked at him, truly looked at him. Liam was handsome, in a classic, All-American way. He was the kind of guy you could introduce to your parents without them frowning. He was open, warm, and his smile was pure sunshine. He was everything Marcel was not. So why didn’t my heart flutter when he smiled at me? Why didn’t my skin prickle when he stood close?