Romans & histoires My Beautiful Man

"Caring about people who don't deserve it." Something flickered across her face. Hurt. The sight bothered me immediately. I looked away first. Weak. Pathetic. The old me would've laughed at this version of myself. The man who couldn't even look at a woman without feeling like the ground beneath him was shifting. "You think you're the only broken person in this room?" she asked quietly. My eyes returned to hers. The firelight danced across her face. Gold and shadows. Beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. I shouldn't have noticed. I noticed anyway.

she's so beautiful and I tell her everyday whenever I compliment her she won't believe me and its so its so that she don't see what I see but every time she ask me do I look ok? I say When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are and when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while cause your amazing just the way you are. oo her lips her lips I could kiss them all day if she let's me. and her smile her smile she hates but

She crossed her fingers and continued, “I swear once this program of ours end successfully, I’ll grant you three of your wishes” He was still in a state quite not convinced. She surprised with a sudden peck at his lips and smiling at him said, “Don’t worry about me. Am fine!” He then held her by her shoulder and looking in to her eyes affectionately said, “I just don’t feel secured around that ugly guy… what was his name? Something like Adri-Adri!!” She smiled at him and asked, “Adrian?” He then suddenly spoke, “Yes!!! That ugly asshole”

Peter was trying to be understanding and patient; he can see it in the way he sighs and shake his head. "I never imagine that getting married will be this exciting." When Sophia started talking on the microphone, Ava focused her attention on them. Marionne was quick to turn to go Sophia and wrap his arms around her. "But my man right here is an incredible person. And I will be the luckiest woman on earth to be his wife."

Is this heaven? "Good morning, beautiful," The man I'm staring at says; his voice is deep, rough, and incredibly sexy. I'm confident he can make a woman come undone by simply opening that darn mouth. "Did you sleep well?" I stop breathing, my throat already turning drier than the desert of Sahara. I'm confident I might suffer a heart attack. This man is drop-dead gorgeous. Honestly, he looks like a famous actor—definitely way older and grown-up than me.

Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems. From this morning Brisa has been carrying out various preparations for her happy day which will be held in two days. In two days, Brisa will marry her lover, whom she has been in love with for a year. "Del, is there a problem? Why do you look like a mess like this?" Brisa smoothed Delmar's disheveled hair. Delmar doesn't usually look like that. Delmar is the type of man who really cares about his appearance. Delmar took Brisa’s hand from her head. "Bri, do you really love Juan?"

Hopefully,the little girls family finally found her. Upon opening the door, she was met with a well built man standing on her door. He was dressed in a black fitted suit and donned black sunglasses. " Good evening Sir, how may I help you?" Although the man was intimidating with his burly body,he didn't pass as a dangerous Man in the eyes of Sheila. The man said nothing and just stepped aside and behold,stood a man. Six feet tall, medium sized body,well chiseled jawline and sword like brows.His eyelashes were thick and his nose was sharp pointed.He was the perfect definition of handsome.

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?!?

I groan in pain as one cleaning item after the other topples over my head, prompting laughter out of the man. "Are you okay?" He is trying to sound worried, but there is a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm fine..." I mumble bitterly, and then I fight like hell not to pay attention to his... thing! But how am I supposed to ignore it?! It's huge! And that six-pack? Jesus Christ. I think I mumble the word "beautiful man" or something similar, and the guy smirks at me. My face burns, yet I can't look away. Could this day possibly get any worse?

I say flicking my hair over my shoulders, I know it’s mussed up from giving him a bj in the limo. “Ah, darlin’. What is there not to look at? You’re a beautiful woman, any man can see that. What I’m wondering is how come you’ve never been snapped up by some rich, gorgeous man?” I don’t really know what to say to that but him telling me I’m beautiful makes my entire body zing. Of course, I know I turn him on, what we did was HOT. Yet, when a man tells you that you’re beautiful it makes your insides melt.