Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

After that, he walked forward and stood in front of the old man in a green shirt. "Sixth, it's been a while!" The old man laughed, looking at the old man coldly, giving out a sense of danger! "It's you!" The old man's expression changed. They knew that the Thompsons and the Hiltons were tremendously strong forces in the Southern region. He and the other skinny old man were from the same generation. They immediately recognized who each other was. The skinny old man was one of the five elders of the Hiltons! "It's not just him here! I'm here too!"

“Not unless you are uncomfortable with it.” I look at the three handsome men before me. Dante was by far much MUCH sexier and handsome than Charley and Frank, but they both had sex appeal of their own. Being warriors, they had bodies that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess herself. Charley had brown hair and brown eyes and a baby face with a chiseled jawline that made most she-wolves instantly shy. Frank looked more mature and stoic, always. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, but maintained a more serious bravado. “What about you guys? Is this going to be awkward for y'all?” I ask Frank and Charley.

“Do you see yourself? Do you know what you are doing? You came when the party had already started. Not only did you not come to entertain the guests, you even dared to bring another woman! Henry, do you still respect me?” “Of course, I respect you.” Henry replied, frowning impatiently. He then changed the topic. “Where is Fredrik? He wasn’t here yet?” Speaking of the devil… Fredrik entered from the main door. His outstanding appearance, height, and unique temperament had caught everyone’s attention instantly. Fredrik wore an elegant black suit that made him look more dignified and captivating. Although his smile was cold, it was also alluring that could not be ignored. He seemed like a famou

But I realized from the start that it was a lost cause already. "Well, hi there..." "Hi, I'm..." "Ethan's boyfriend, I know," the handsome older man replied calmly. I hated that he looked so fucking perfect, he must be in his late forties. He has one of that dark charm sexually alluring-looking men. "Right I'm Hugh, and you're his former Sugar Daddy," I said sneering looking at his perfect body wrapped in his khakis shorts and white crisps shirt casually worn untucked and his sleeves rolled to his arms.

This bulky man looked fierce and rough. The second man was a young man in his thirties. He was dressed in a tuxedo and a fedora, and he happened to wield a wand. He was dressed in a very gentlemanly manner. The last man was an old man with a rickety figure. He was clad in black robes, and he looked like he was over a hundred years old.

His jaw tightened, his body tensed, but outwardly he remained composed, as though her accusations slid off him like rain. “What is your goal for telling me all this, Mrs. Oswald?” he asked, his voice like tempered steel. “It certainly won’t make me build a business relationship with your company, if that’s what you’re hoping for.” Anabelle’s face flushed, caught between fury and humiliation. And that was when the crowd shifted again. A hush swept across the room. People parted, like the sea opening for something greater. An older man approached, his stride slow but commanding. He looked nearly seventy, his frame still straight, his presence undeniable. His face was familiar , not because I h

As the door swung open, a man of distinguished age stood in the entrance, his presence commanding attention and respect. He exuded an aura of authority, with an unmistakable air of wisdom and experience that seemed to wrap around him like a cloak. His long beard, peppered with strands of silver, added to his venerable appearance, framing a face weathered by time yet marked with a deep kindness in his eyes.

"Only speak when you're asked, and let me handle the conversation." I nod, understanding the importance of his instruction. I remain silent, watching attentively as the group of men approaches us. Their aging features are evident, with protruding stomachs and bald heads, indicating they might be in their late fifties or sixties. Their presence exudes a certain air of authority and experience.

"We are honored by your presence." I couldn't help but peek around the edge of the crate. Three massive men sat on equally massive black horses, and even from my hiding spot, I could feel the power radiating from them. They were all incredibly tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that made everyone else look small and weak. The one in the middle had dark hair and the coldest eyes I'd ever seen. The one on the left had lighter brown hair and a scar running down his left cheek. The one on the right had black hair and looked like he could snap a person in half without breaking a sweat.

I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at. In the corner of the club an older man stands against the wall with his arms folded, I am a regular at this club, and I have never seen him before, hell, I have never seen a more handsome man in my life. His arms are folded across his chest and his eyes fixed on me, the first two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing off his broad chest I greedily eye him from where I stand. He looks like everything I didn't know I need but I now want, I have always been attracted to men like that, Alpha, predatory and confident…commanding.