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?

He stretched out his hand to her, dripping water on the bathroom tiles. Mariah didn’t know if she was imagining it, but he appeared to be glowing. Goddess, how could a man be so beautiful? Even his smile was enough to melt her heart and brighten her day. Watching him in that tub, she could finally see what Aspa did. Damn, she now understood why Aspa didn’t want to let him go and would rather kill him than let any other woman have him. The man was so beautiful that his very presence made her feel like she had won the biggest lottery in the world, and not just that, he was so pure-hearted that she just wanted to keep him locked up in her heart, lest another person come and damage him like Aspa

Thinking about him makes her smile. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by him. "Hey, you okay now? You need not thank me, and you don't need to ask how I know what you were going to say." He said it with a genuine smile on his face. Justin sat beside her and took her hand in his. It fitted perfectly. "You are strong; it's their loss that they lost such an amazing person like you. I know I don't know you very well, but I can tell you that you are not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside."

"Duntied did the moon agree to send you here?" As ironic as that wasn't, I couldn't help but give a debauched smile. "The moon doesn't speak." The man took a deep breath, warming my face with the warm air from his nose. He was so close, and I hadn't even noticed the approach. I could now say that he was handsome. Perhaps the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my twenty-five years of life. But humans were decadent, and there were no beautiful people after so many years without food and sufficient living conditions.

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.

Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems. From this morning Brisa has been carrying out various preparations for her happy day which will be held in two days. In two days, Brisa will marry her lover, whom she has been in love with for a year. "Del, is there a problem? Why do you look like a mess like this?" Brisa smoothed Delmar's disheveled hair. Delmar doesn't usually look like that. Delmar is the type of man who really cares about his appearance. Delmar took Brisa’s hand from her head. "Bri, do you really love Juan?"

Win or lose. She glanced sidewise toward the wings and saw that Gary still had Caleb glued to his side. "I have a brand new tune for you," she began, "one the band hasn't even heard." She glanced back at them. "Sorry, guys." Jack did a little riff on the drums. "Sometimes in life you are lucky enough to meet the one right person, the one you know you were meant for and will love together. I've been fortunate enough to meet that person and this song is for him. I call it Man of my Heart."

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.

and my jaw dropped looking at him. He was looking awesome..His face has calm features..he was really very calm and here i was hell nervous... I was looking at him ..his eyes wers blue and deep...his face was perfect ..He has perfect beard.. By just glancing at him one can say he has perfect figure ..with the most important awesome height..yeah it was my dream to get married to someone who has handsome height.... By breaking silence my mom said...

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,"