Romans & histoires My Beautiful Man

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."

was insanely beautiful. His mop of dirty blonde hair fanned his pale skinned forehead in a massive amount. Dark green doey eyes, sharp nose and a defined jawline which could cut a paper if needed. His much looking younger face wasn't matching his deep and gruff voice. It was a sin to be that beautiful. "Done starring at me?" his voice entered my ears breaking away the trance I was in. "B-Beautiful." I mumbled making the man smile. "Why, thankyou."

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.

"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."

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?"

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?

“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.”

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.

He was still chewing someone out on the phone, his voice sharp and commanding. I leaned against the railing, pretending to admire the city lights. And waited. Because if I was going to throw myself into the lion’s den, I was damn sure gonna make it cinematic. I took the opportunity to give him a proper once-over. And holy. fucking. hell. How is it even legal for a man to be this gorgeous? Like, did he crawl out of a billionaire romance novel? Did God personally sculpt this man on a good day? His dark brown hair was slicked back to perfection—probably with the tears of lesser men.

I tell him back, then worry that he’d think I don’t think he’s only beautiful now, and that would be a disservice. “You’re always beautiful. I keep thinking, why is it possible for a man to look this good? This beautiful. I mean look at you, I love looking at your face, and I know you’re the most beautiful person in existence.” I clamp my mouth shut firmly, eyes wide. Did I say too much? His smile grows even warmer. Like the sun is rising, and the world has to move along with it.