My Beautiful Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

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,"

“You handle everything. Make her look as good as possible.” My lips jutted out. Was he saying I was ugly? “Don’t worry, sir,” the gay man said cheerfully, flashing me a warm smile. “Leave her to us. We’ll make her the most beautiful woman for the night.”

She sobbed furiously slamming the flowers on the damn elevator. As she did this, someone suddenly cleared his throat. She looked down at the glistening black shoes to the now towering figure above her. It was a man clad in a well tailored clay suit. She jolted from the floor, wiping off her tears and trying to seem completely okay. She didn't know how long the man stood there watching her. The man suddenly faced her before speaking,"Wanna get out here? I know a mean place to relieve stress!" Minutes later*** "The funny thing is, I was the one who paid for everything starting from this dress to the catering",she said laughing hysterically as she gulped another shot of tequila.

was between 35 years old, but it was the only information there was about him and she didn't investigate further. "Miss, take a seat." The man's voice ordered. Alicia took a seat as ordered and waited for him to turn and look at her. When he did, she saw those dark brown eyes and that mouth, those slightly pink lips. His profiled nose, his face was perfect; he was extremely attractive. He was the son of the old boss. He was Axel Caballero. — Mmm… So, it says here that you are 29 years old and that you have never worked even once in your life. Is that right?

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

I question, and silence follows. "There are many ways I can help your prayers get answers. We just have to agree on one. Besides, dear, what is your desire? "The man's slow voice replies, and I smile and shut my eyes. "My desire... It's to be beautiful. Mindlessly flawless... To stun all those who've looked down on me. "I reply, and the man on the other end of the call draws a deep breath. "That smells delightful... "He says, and my heart skips a beat.

I get to the bar with the girls and tonight is ballad night, which is terrible, in the depressing state I’m in listening to romantic songs it’s the same thing as shooting my own foot, pure torture. A huge guy passes by our table and asks if we are being well served. Very tall, slightly tanned, short black hair, dark eyes and full, plump lips. There’s nothing smooth or harmonious in his face, his traces were hard and viril, but not even the two little scars, one on his chin and another one on the eyebrow were able to take away that man’s beauty. The strong face and muscle in a way that hit was impossible not to look at him. He smiles with the corner of his mouth, in a way kind if dirty way th

The Fire Exhibition: From ancient to modern times. I need to remember to call the caterer, to remind them they have to get here in time to set up. Busy looking at my to-do list to check off the completed tasks, and looking at what next on the list, someone cleared their throat behind me. Startled, I turn around to be met face to face with the most beautiful man that I have ever seen. Normally I wouldn’t say that a man is beautiful. Handsome, attractive and sexy, all those can describe a man, but for this man standing before me, can only be described as beautiful.

"It's just that I feel like you would be better off interacting with your friends over there without me because I don't know any of them... so it would be awkward for me." He sighed then smiled understandingly at me. "But I am gonna be lonely in there without you and you also look too beautiful to be left out here with the driver when you can be in there clutching to my arm while showing off your beautiful self, I really want the others to see how a beautiful woman looks, they mistake beauty for themselves with their fakeness when you're the real definition of beautiful... so please come in with me else I don't think I can go in again." I blushed hard, this man was good with his words, how d

I barely recognize the sound. Another broken animal sound tears itself from my chest when he pulls my hands from his head and stands. He tears off his shirt and pants while I lie back, trying to catch my breath. The man standing before me is the epitome of gorgeous. He’s beautiful, perfect, right down to the intricate ink decorating his smooth skin. Mine. He is mine.