Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

"That's what your ass get." I said matter of factly. I smirked at her, as she narrowed her eyes, when a card was placed in the center of the table. We all fell silent as we looked up. This gorgeous man with fluffy, full brown hair that fell slightly, stood smiling down at me. I looked around him, where I saw four other men, who were all just as fine. They wore similar looks to one another in various shades of gray, black and burgundy. The one in front of me had a low stuble, fade of a beard on his face, that etched out his strong bone structure. His nose sharp and brown eyes firey. I took a better look at his hair and realized the sides and back were cut low and he had a tattoo that ran down

“It was a bad night. He stormed out after losing it to Ryuji's guys. They made a few shitty jokes, and you know him—he’s a bomb with a fuse soaked in whiskey. He said I was in time out and he stormed out alone. I should’ve gone after him—” Before he could finish, footsteps echoed in the hallway. I turned to see two men approaching. One older, with a long white beard and a charcoal suit that fit too well for someone who looked like he should be leading a samurai council. The other—maybe in his late twenties or early thirties—walked like someone who had never been told no. The old one had a presence. The kind that made you straighten up just standing in it. God, he looked like someone who owne

In Angel City the privileged middle aged man that is previously scolded by the old man beside him, found out that now,the old man too were getting angry beside him. “IS IT SO HARD TO SAY YES??!!…just say yes already your highness queen duchess!!…these old man want to eat squids before I die!!!…”.(Gentlemen Old guy) “Calm down old man..didn’t you just get angry at me before?..calm down..”.(Privileged Middle Age man)

The sound of the grinding echoed around the yard, mixing with the rustling of leaves in the wind. Osei was a tall man, bald and tan, in his mid-fifties. His broad shoulders and muscular arms hinted at the physical strength he possessed, while his face, lined with age and wisdom, gave the impression of a man who had seen much in his life. His attire was simple, yet elegant, consisting of a linen cloth draped across his body, from beneath one armpit and tied over the other, leaving one shoulder exposed.

Olivia expected Solange to show up. Unfortunately, it was her father who showed himself. A refined old man. Well-kept with a shrewd personality. One would say he wasn't old. However, his silver hair showed it all. She guessed the man must have had a fair share of women in his early age, seeing how handsome he was. Despite the few wrinkles on his face. He still had a sharp jaw. Bewitching dark eyes and a striking personality. One would say he, the man, was trying too hard to be a good person. Even in an expensive suit, his protruding belly was visible.

The two men behind him followed and stepped through the gate without closing the old gate. On the castle porch, which had become dirty with dried leaves, stood an old man dressed in long clothes not suitable for summer. The white hair on his head was neatly arranged. His hand held an old cigar that looked rusted. His eyes were a gleaming gray framed by thick eyebrows. Overall, his face looked like an angry man. The three men immediately kneeled beside the stairs leading to the terrace. "Mr. Gordon, we have news for you."

"What's so great about living anyway? If I destroy you, I can die without regrets." With that, he released her and stood up, gesturing toward the repulsive men surrounding him. He smiled at Chloe Bishop. "So? What do you think of the men I picked out for you?" The men cracked their knuckles and licked their lips, their murky eyes filled with greed and lust. Among them, the oldest was already past fifty. The fat one was built like a pig, his face gleaming with oil. The remaining three were each uglier than the last. The bald man who had carried Chloe Bishop in ran his tongue over his lips. "She's gorgeous. I've been with plenty of women, but none of them come close to her—not in looks, not in

“We’ve been worried about whether you two will get along.” “You know me, Mama. I’m a cool guy. I get along with everybody.” She squeezed my arm, satisfied, and we stopped in front of two men standing near the bar, their backs to us, deep in quiet conversation. Mama cleared her throat softly. “Steve…” The older man turned first, mid-conversation with a guest, excusing himself with an easy smile. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair—handsome in that distinguished, put-together way. Expensive watch, warm eyes. Mama had landed a serious catch.

That dirty old man wouldn’t keep his eyes off, and it made me annoyed with another urge to rip his head off. How could a man as old as he was stare lustfully at me? He appeared fifty— if I guessed correctly. And the fact that he was surrounded by four females— all dressed like they were strippers. I couldn’t judge now, could I? I was almost in the same outfit as them. Axel was offered a cigarette after we’d sat down at a table. I couldn’t understand the discussion they were having. It was business, work, blah blah blah. So boring.

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