Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

In front of the bar stood a man in his forties, his bald head catching the light, his rugged face marked by a prominent scar. A long gold chain hung around his neck, giving him the look of a nouveau riche. Surrounding him were men exuding an aura of menace, clearly not people to be trifled with. Few dared to meet their gaze directly.

I turned just in time to see some men heading in that direction. They were huge. Their shoulders were broad, wider than any door frame I had ever seen. Their arms were like thick tree trunks, full of muscles that flexed with every step. They stood much taller than any man here, towering over everyone like giants. Their chests were broad, their waists slim, and their legs strong like pillars. And their faces… I had never seen men so handsome in my life. Strong jawlines, sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Their hair was dark and perfectly kept, and they moved with the grace of trained warriors. Everything about them screamed power and control.

A crystal chandelier casted a soft glow over the large cozy room, illuminating the faces of four men seated on circled armchairs. One of them was younger then the rest. The air was thick with the scent expensive cigars and aged scotch as the four men entertained themselves. Shortly, the fifth man walked in, being the oldest among them. He was eighty-one years old with wrinkled eyes and grey hair that spoke of his time and experience. The four men watched him with respect as he walked in and took a seat.

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

After that, he looked at the four men outside sternly. Strange enough, although the leader of the men who angrily scolded the old lady had a fierce tone, he was decently dressed, and even had a pair of glasses. He looked very proper. The three men behind him did not seem like hooligans. All of them seemed like decent people.

Are all Asian men this good looking and young? He was already middle-aged, but his figure did not lose much to George. His back was straight, seemingly like he was even more full of energy. His face had wrinkles, but it did not reduce his charm. Even if they had him go out now, he could attract quite a lot of girls who liked the uncle type. It could be imagined that when martin was young, his looks must have been extremely good. Martin smiled gently and walked over. He was just about to give his New Year greeting to the two elderly when he suddenly looked over and he suddenly stiffened.

His shoulders did not have the stoop of age yet Rhonda judged the man to be in his seventies from the deeply carved lines in his cheeks and the sag of what had been once a formidable jawline. He was beautifully dressed in a grey silk suit---accessorised to sartorial perfection. He looked like big money and he certainly represented big money. And if Rhonda had not been around big and old money herself all her life then she would have definitely intimidated by this man. He looked at her for a moment and then his mouth curved into a disarming charming smile,” Rhonda Grint…” “Rhonda Grint Hunter,” she clipped out in reply, establishing her marital status t Oberon as she moved forward and gesture

It looked old and violent, the kind of wound that came from bloodshed, and not from accidents. His brown eyes were sharp and cold. They missed nothing. Two bulky men stood behind him, tall and muscular, dressed in dark suits. Their faces were emotionless. They did not eat. They did not speak. All they did was watch everything. Carl didn't need anyone to tell him that these men are dangerous. If this were a movie, he thought, these men would be criminals. Enforcers or Mafia guards. The kind of men who could pull a gun without blinking. The old man focused on his food, eating slowly, without interest. His face showed boredom, as if the entire gathering meant nothing to him. And the men behind

I could also see the surprise on Ari's face as she asked the old man, "why are there only men in the neutral pack? Are there no women? And why do they all look like lycans?" The old man stared at her and smiled as he shook his head. He slowly walked toward the men until he was standing in their midst. He turned and faced all four of us and we were surprised to see him stand erect. He was really very tall and when he took off the cloak covering his body, I was surprised at how toned his muscles were, considering his age. I instantly knew that he was not as weak as he made us believe. He was a very strong lycan.

Knowing she was going to give me a job made me a little less stressed I could now earn enough money to support myself and my baby. Suddenly the front door banged open and in barrelled two large men, wearing gym gear, covered in sweat, and the first thing I noticed was they were absolutely gorgeous. One was laughing and nudging the other in the shoulder, the other looked older and wore a serious expression. They both stopped and looked at us all sitting at the table. No one said anything at first, so I took the moment to observe the older one’s features. He was a solid wall of muscle and barely fit through the door. His tan skin glistened from his workout and his arms, neck and chest was cove