My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

Rose I couldn’t stop staring at Mr handsome while he looked at me with that warm, devastating smile. My voice came out in almost a whisper. “Uhm… are you saying that I’m… beautiful?” It sounded silly even as I said it, but God… I couldn’t remember the last time anyone called me that. “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “You are. In fact…” His gaze lingered on me, like he was memorizing every inch of my face. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The knocking continued, louder and more insistent. “I said it’s occupied! Go away!” The door opened anyway. “You do realize this is the men’s room, right?” The voice was deep and rough, vibrating through the tiny space and cutting through my spiral of misery. I looked up through tear-blurred eyes and froze. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Tall enough that he had to duck slightly through the doorway, with broad shoulders that filled the entire frame. Dark hair that looked like he’d been running his hands through it, a sharp jawline, and eyes so blue they looked almost unnatural.

(ONE MONTH LATER) ....She makes me wanna get off the road Wish I could turn it off, let it go But she's too fucking beautiful. - "Beautiful" by Michele Morrone ***** In the heart of the woods, far from civilization, a grand, ominous mansion stood tall. The silence was broken only by the occasional cries of agony and despair echoing from deep within. Inside the lavish lounge, a man sat on an opulent chair, sipping wine while gazing at a photograph in his hand. His lips curled into a smile as he studied the image—a woman with flowing brunette hair, her nose scrunched as she held a playful puppy.

I groan in pain as one cleaning item after the other topples over my head, prompting laughter out of the man. "Are you okay?" He is trying to sound worried, but there is a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm fine..." I mumble bitterly, and then I fight like hell not to pay attention to his... thing! But how am I supposed to ignore it?! It's huge! And that six-pack? Jesus Christ. I think I mumble the word "beautiful man" or something similar, and the guy smirks at me. My face burns, yet I can't look away. Could this day possibly get any worse?

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

I decided against asking if anyone had arrived before me and just instead sat patiently and by patiently, I mean if he's not here in ten minutes, the date is definitely over. Less than five minutes later, an average height man appears in front of me and I'm temporarily hypnotised by how great he looks. He looked mid-thirty, obviously the type that works out since his physique was beyond amazing and that face alone would make any woman fall at his feet. Let's not even talk about that beautiful smile he has on his face, he looked so overjoyed to see me and I partly found that strange. Did he know me? "Hi, I'm Tobi. You must be Omotayo?" he asked and I nodded in reply. "It's really nice to meet

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

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"