My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

I was scared he would notice it when I was naked. “Did I pass your standard, dear sir?” I looked at myself again in the mirror before turning to him. He remained at the door, but judging by the look in his eyes, he seemed satisfied. And did I mention he looked so good in a tux? “You’re stunning. The word stunning doesn’t even fit to describe you tonight.” I took steps close to him, and he took my hand and kissed it. “You clean up pretty well, Bond, James Bond.” That cracked him up.

He bent to my level and examined me properly. “I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?” I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. “Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. “What?” He raised a brow. “Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.

After getting ready, I notice a message from Plinio on my phone. Plinio: you said that we are not much different and I just realized that I called you beautiful which means I am beautiful too ??? He messaged at 03:47. He probably didn't sleep properly again. The lack of sleep is messing with his mind too. It's all jumbled up. Though he is correct. So I type him a reply. Me: morning beautiful :) I regret it the next instant I hit the send button but then I smirk when his response comes a second later.

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"

"Are you... doing this of your own free will, miss? He, uh... He's rather... unique-looking." "Excuse me?!" I snapped, furious enough to make everyone in the building turn and stare. "Are you blind, ma'am? You're looking at the most handsome man you could possibly meet, and you're calling him ugly?! Look at those hideous freaks outside, then look at my husband again. Do you seriously not see the difference?!" I pulled Matteo close and pointed at his sharply chiseled features. "My husband is the most handsome bastard in the entire world!"

He knows I didn’t eat, but I decided that I’ve been spending enough of his money lately. “I’m fine.” I tell him and he gives me a skeptical look. “I am, really.” He’s silent for a moment. “Did I tell you that you looked beautiful tonight?” He asks lowly and I bite my lip. “You did.” “Well I just said it again.” I laugh lightly, resting back into the seat. “You’re a charmer Mr. Blue. You look just as good.” I reply and he smirks. “I could tell, you were just couldn’t stop gawking at my body couldn’t you?” My jaw falls open at his statement.

How beautiful she looked with her white hair just like mine. I stood silently as I watched the beautiful doll through the glass; suddenly, I felt a hard grasp around my hand. I pulled my hand away, and spun to see a slim man. He looked as if he were drunk standing before me. "Hey beautiful," he said. Immediately, I moved away from him hurriedly. He follows me, trying to touch me again. I shook away his grasp, not wanting him to touch me. He grabbed me this time tightly, staring into my ocean eyes.

she's so beautiful and I tell her everyday whenever I compliment her she won't believe me and its so its so that she don't see what I see but every time she ask me do I look ok? I say When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are and when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while cause your amazing just the way you are. oo her lips her lips I could kiss them all day if she let's me. and her smile her smile she hates but

A young man with dark eyes stares at me, his gaze unreadable. My entire body tenses. I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t feel anyone enter. How is he here? How is this possible? Before I can move, he speaks. "Don’t be scared. It’s me— Mistake." I jerk upright, my pulse pounding in my ears. My mind races. This can’t be real. Last night, Mistake had appeared as a woman. Now, he’s a man? "You called me," Mistake says, his voice calm, almost amused. "Is there a problem?"