Rugged Gentleman Novels & Stories

The darkened look in his eyes filled me with a strange satisfaction. “And you don’t seem like the type who frequents brothels and… pleasure houses either.” I admitted. “I never realized I looked that much of a gentleman.” He mused. In truth, he looked nothing like a gentleman, in fact, the opposite was the case. There was something savage about him, and it wasn’t just the tattoo of a dying tulip-flower running down his neck and disappearing into his suit collar, no, it was the look in those dark, hooded eyes that gave him away

His jawline was sharp, his shoulders broad, and his waist trim—traits that spoke of disciplined dedication. A light, perfectly groomed stubble added to his rugged appearance, and his tattoos were telling me another story. Immaculately combed black hair framed a face dominated by deep brown eyes. His nose was shaped with a hint of aristocracy. His clothing was a testament to refined taste—a tailored suit that accentuated his physique and an air of sophistication. No, he was too well-groomed to be a crook or a thug but he wasn't a gentleman either. He was some high-class criminal, not someone to be messed with...

The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins. "We do not have the luxury of debating philosophy when state troopers are preparing to raid this building to seize the child," Gideon reminded her, a dark edge returning to his tone. He stepped back to admire the way the tailored ivory dress hugged her curves and projected an image of untouchable elegance. Maren felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, but she refused to look away from his intense gaze.

SERA No, this man was the opposite of Jared. The opposite of polished and composed. Rugged. Yes, that was the word. He was shirtless, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming. Broad chest, anf uscles that didn’t come from hours with a trainer but from real work, thick arms, veined forearms, dusted with just enough dark hair to make my thighs clench. His skin was sun-warmed bronze, his jaw square and stubbled, like he hadn’t bothered shaving for anyone.

“I wanted a challenge. In my experience, men built like you are sorely underestimated.” “But not by you?” he asks, looking up at me. “Not by me.” He looks at me with admiration. “You said you’d be gentle with me, and you didn’t break any of my bones. Does that mean I didn’t get you at full strength?” “You don’t want me at full strength, warrior. You did very well and gave me the challenge I wanted. Take that as a win,” I tell him. “Maybe I’ll get a rematch someday?” “Any time you feel ready, let me know.”

"Say that again." "Say what?" "Who's a gentleman?" "Robert, of course. Why?" Grayson looked at her with his lips pressed into a thin line. Belle said, "Don't you think he's a gentleman? He has strict moral values and is a loyal person. He's unapologetic and noble, too. Isn't that the very definition of being a gentleman?" Grayson looked at her unhappily. "What am I, then?" "What do you mean?"

I don't know what's with them, they both look stupid anyway, why bother siding one? "I didn't know being 'gentleman' includes praising a woman neatly with under sleeve meaning. If that's your definition of being a gentleman. Then, I think I can shoo you away, fuck off. I was actually thankful you saved Ethel here," he gestured to me. "from being raped into someone she wouldn't ever want to be. I'm still thankful but I smell something from you. I don't think you'll be good around her." Paxton said with finality in his voice. He looked serious compared to the other guy who seemed not interested at all. All he did was smirk before replying.

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

The stubble shadowing his chin made him look even older as if the years had piled on faster than they should have. And he was furious. His muscles bulged against the black tuxedo he wore—sleek, spotless, and as impeccably groomed as his hair. My father once said you could judge a person’s character by how they dressed. This man looked like a gentleman—but a hostile gentleman who might just eat me alive. The shock of finding someone else here—another human—was overwhelming. I didn’t remember him from the barge. He must be from here. But the tuxedo, the controlled stance, the way he straddled the rhino beast…

But just as he was about to turn up an avenue left in the ranks to get to the rare, a young gentleman in a smart looking whisky hailed him good naturedly, and offered to pull in a little closer to the coach on his right, and so contrive a space for the gig. Patrick accepted this offer thankfully, and after a little maneuvering and some protests from a party of men seated on the roof of the coach, room was made, and Patrick could be comfortable again. The owner of the whisky seemed to be a friendly young man. He had a chubby, smiling countenance, with a somewhat roguish pair of eyes. He was dressed in a blue single breasted coat with a long waist, a blue waist coat with inch wide yellow strip