My Beautiful Man Novels & Stories

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.”

Or if I am Rosalie Anderson, the next beauty queen for the state, trophy daughter of Doctor Fred Anderson and Elizabeth Anderson. “I won’t,” I promise her and she nods, pushing me forward towards the den where my father nurses a drink and a cigarette. He smiles as we enter and he kisses my mothers cheek. I pretend not to notice the lipstick inside his collar and the smell of alcohol on his breath. I simply smile at him, as large as I can and kiss his cheek.

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.

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?

But with Becca, I need to prove myself as the man I wish she would desire. To have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.

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.