My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

But he’s really tall and his way to muscular to be a woman. “Justin, Justin…” he smiles eyes on Justin… “Buddy you messed with the wrong person…” he crosses his arms… “Mr. Kidnapper sir.” I wink at him. The beautiful man looks over at me. He looks at me confused. “Scara shut up. You have no idea what’s going on!” Justin scolds me. I turn my head to him and glare at him. “You shut up. This man in beautiful.” “I don’t know how I feel about being called beautiful…” The man says.

They were the bluest eyes I have ever seen I hadn't noticed this yesterday ,probably because I was in shock and in pain,but the man was really good looking . He was at least six feet tall,muscular but not in a body builder type way , a strong jaw and a flawless complexion. His dark brown hair was tousled in a sexy way and his confidence demanded attention "Hey"I croaked out sounding like a smoker. He smiled at me and I was struck by how beautiful it was .'Hey,can I come in? "Yeah ,sure"I said stepping out of the way

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

A sigh of relief escaped me. The hands that had helped me were still wrapped around my waist. A hand stretched and plucked the last cupcakes from the tray. I glanced back only to find the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. He was dressed in simple clothing. Almost too simple, he didn't look like he belonged here or like he was meant to be at the party at all. He let go of me and I watched as he bit into the cupcake and groaned. “So, that's why everyone has been raging about it. Delicious,” the beautiful man said, his voice deep and seductive like a calm tidal wave.

I’m rendered speechless, and I feel the air whoosh out of my lungs at the sheer beauty standing above me. “Are you alright?” “I…umm…yea, I think so. Thanks for not letting me fall on my ass.” Wow, that came out a lot smoother than I was expecting it to. If you could truly see this man in person, you would agree with me the beauty of this man would render any woman speechless. Those eyes are the deepest green that anyone could get lost in. “Well, I’m glad you’re OK sweetheart.” Did he just call me sweetheart? What sort of alternate reality did I fall through this morning? The gorgeous bad boy, troublemaker just called me sweetheart. What the heck is going on?!?

He looked lost as he stared at my face. I knew I was beautiful, but this man made it seem like I was more beautiful than I ever thought. I pushed against his chest, and as if he had just regained himself, he quickly stopped touching me and let me stand. “I’m so sorry, miss,” he shouted at the top of his voice so I could hear him over the loud music. He bowed slightly. “I’m just so… captivated by your beauty.” I smiled. “It’s fine,” I shouted back. “Thank you for saving me from falling.”

"Last time I was safe, I ended up pregnant and homeless." He blinked. "Do you want to talk about it?" I looked at him properly then. The man was… beautiful. Muscular, tall, messy black curls and ocean-blue eyes. Not just attractive. Striking. But I didn't trust beauty anymore. "No," I replied, crossing my arms. "Fair," he said. "Bathroom's that way. Breakfast is served if you want some." He turned to leave. "Wait," I called. "You didn't… I mean… nothing happened between us?"

"Man, it feels like Jenny really is winning at life, huh? Not only is she a beautiful and wealthy woman herself, but she also found a handsome and rich husband." "If my boyfriend gave me a one-carat diamond ring, I'd marry him right away."

That part of the story does not seem important now. "You're different now," She says and I look at her. She has read my discomfort and I want to cry. She knows me more than any person in this world. This beautiful woman sitting here under this tree, with her lace top and black pants, saw through me as though I wore no clothes at all. "You helped him, even though he was black and you are white. You are not the person you were before that moment."

he said, his voice dropping an octave as he looked at the way the thin nightgown clung to her skin. He moved closer to the bed, appearing every bit the powerful billionaire the world saw in magazines. He was a tall, handsome man with striking features striking enough that any other girl would have been breathless. He had beautiful abs, deep brunette hair that was perfectly laid, and a jawline so sharp it looked carved from stone. But Emma wasn't even taken aback by any of it. To her, his features had no effect. She looked at his striking eyes and saw only a tool for her vengeance, a way to hurt the man who had discarded her like trash.