My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

Electricity bolts through me at his touch, every single nerve just woke up screaming his name. He looks up at me, water droplets slipping down his temples, his black hair wet and messy, falling over his forehead in a way that makes me ache to push it back. "You're beautiful," he murmurs. "And so fucking sexy." Beautiful. No one's ever called me that, not sincerely. And definitely not in the same sentence as sexy. My heart stutters like it doesn't know how to handle both at once. "Thank you," I say, my voice shakier than I'd like. "You're... sexy too."

"Wow, that's amazing! I can tell you're a talented person. You must make a lot of money from writing, right?" Every man liked being admired, especially by beautiful women. Being straightforward by nature, I responded honestly, "It's alright. I've earned a few million, enough to retire on. I've put down the pen now." Her eyes widened in shock at my words. She blurted out, "Let's exchange numbers, sir! That way, you can ask me if you have any questions about the supplements." I was momentarily at a loss as this was the first time a beautiful woman had ever asked for my number.

He hasn't said anything since and as much as this thrills me, it also bothers me. We enter the elevator and I steal glances at him through the mirror, he keeps a straight face, I can't deny how hot and handsome he is, with his sharp jawline, his perfectly styled blonde hair and his alluring grey eyes. He catches me staring at him as our eyes meet in the mirror but I don't look away, instead stare right back at him and a smirk forms on my face. Guess who's bold baby! The elevator clicks and opens and he walks to an apartment and punches a code into the security system and the door opens.

“Hey beautiful. I hope you have a wonderful day and I get to see you tonight. Meeting you has made my life so much better. I can’t wait to see you.” I lay back on the couch as I don’t have to do anything at all right now, I wish there was this brown haired beauty laying with me. Ding. I read a text that came through, thinking it was from Andie, but it was from the man. What? This fool wants it done now?

Jenni and me get onto the table and we start dancing for the boys. I am swaying to the music while staring Mason in the eyes. I don't know if it is the alcohol or him but my blood is starting to boil. When I turn around to face Jenni, I feel Mason pull me back off the table and onto his lap. Mason ~”Hey baby girl.” Becca ~”Hey baby boy.” Mason ~”Why did this ex of yours leave such a beautiful girl?” Becca ~”So a handsome guy like you can meet her. And I left him.”

He didn't have any intention to spoil his brother's game, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to see the troubled expression on his face, that's why he asked Eliza with a smile on his face," Who is the man beside you?" Eliza felt irritated by now after answering time same question again and again. However, keeping in mind Andrew's identity, she didn't dare to be disrespectful, because she couldn't bear to offend him. That man can shut down the business of Davis Corporation without lifting a finger. So she replied politely, " He is my boyfriend." The smile on Andrew's face grew wider as he said only one word, "Nice" before he extended his hand in front of Nicholas and said meaningfully

My whole body stiffened with discomfort, and every time the bus jolted, I could feel someone brushing against my thigh. I tried leaning back to avoid being groped, but the bus was packed too tightly. Just when I was reaching my limit, a tall figure suddenly stepped in front of me, shielding me from the crowd around us. He was a broad-shouldered man with a sharp, rugged face. He lowered his head slightly to look at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his deep voice rumbled softly. "You're beautiful." A heavy, masculine scent surrounded me, making me freeze for a second.

Mine! There were a few people who were smiling and excited well those who weren't still shocked. I'm aware that I'm a very handsome man, rugged, ruff a little bad boyish well it's at least what I've been told over and over again. Lynette claims to not think she has it all but each day her beauty magnifies. She enchants me in every way so I can imagine the appeal others see. Bringing her hand to my lips I place a soft kiss on each buckle, breakfast is being served and everyone is up and to it.

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?"

“I want you.” He lifted me, one arm under my thighs, one at my back, carrying me with the terrifying ease of a man used to possession. He set me on the counter—mugs skittering, a small scatter of coffee grounds dusting the marble—then adjusted so he could look at me, really look. “You’re beautiful like this,” he said, voice rough. “Messy, real, open. Not the woman in tailored skirts who writes the world into order. The one who fights and cries and keeps going anyway.”