Synonym For Handsome Novels & Stories

Jay is still thinking about that insult as he exclaims, “I don’t think that there is anyone more handsome than me. I am a pretty boy here.” As the night unfolds, the handsome brothers leave an indelible mark on the business party, not only through their striking appearance but also through their genuine character and unwavering determination. Their entrance becomes a symbol of ambition, unity, and the limitless potential that lies within the realm of their shared endeavors.

She even repeated what the courier had said. "What? Handsome?" The courier nodded confidently once again, affirming what he had just said. "Yes, Ma'am. He's handsome, caring, and kind to everyone." "So, it's not wrong to call Lucas handsome?" "He's definitely handsome, Ma'am, his girlfriend says so." Deasy awkwardly nodded without suspecting anything. She thought that the definition of handsome could be relative, and everyone had different standards for it, right? So, if in the courier's eyes, Lucas Orion was handsome, what could she say?

His fingers brushed by her knee softly as he watched her. "I was thinking about how handsome you are." "All the men in the world and I'm handsome?" "Handsome. Sexy. Funny. Brilliant." He laughed and sat back, picking up his glass. "I think you’re just horny. I'm not brilliant. I'll take those others and run with them, but brilliant?"

I mused. "Well, I have your answer. For starters, I'm handsome so she will definitely not punch me and also I am quite amicable", he said smugly. I looked at him with a bored expression. Handsome? I could agree but amicable? from which angle? "Seriously?" I asked dryly. He stopped walking and furrowed his eyebrows, "No? you don't think I'm good-looking?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

Maybe it was because he was too attractive. He said his name was Arturo.He is literally so handsome. Finer than Dante and I’m not saying this because Dante is a fucking bastard. I’m saying this because it’s true.That guy who lent me a helping hand few minutes ago was so handsome that I feared he’d be the type that would have woman all around him. Not that it was my business but I just didn’t want to be around men for now, I don’t want friendship from them especially not from someone with gorgeous gray eyes.

They might think differently. "This guy is handsome." I heard a girl say. "Yeah, right." His pals stated so. I just centered myself on the noodles. I comprehend who they are referring to. Who else? Not Ros. Because Ros is handsome. Maybe he is virtually a rich kid. Because the skin is beautiful. It's now not just white, it is soft. Even his hand, so tender as if doing nothing. As for me, my arms are tired from the jobs however nonetheless going. "Ate's lucky. Her boyfriend is handsome." I just heard one of the friends say.

She hesitated, then added, softer, almost resentful of herself, “He was… handsome.” The word landed like a spark in dry kindling. Apollo didn’t move, but the temperature in the chamber shifted — not hotter, not colder, just tighter. As if the air itself had drawn a careful breath and decided not to release it. Handsome. Not brutal. Not monstrous. Not crowned in flame. His jaw flexed. Slowly. Deliberately. “Handsome,” he repeated, tasting the word like something spoiled. Adelaide lifted her chin a fraction, defiance flickering weakly through her exhaustion. “Not in the way you are,” she said quickly. “Not… overwhelming. He was quieter. Sharper around the edges. Like—”

whispered someone as we passed. "Yeah. How did we not know him?” answered the other. Ughh girls... I can't really blame you because I've been through that too. But please! Don't be deceived by those handsome faces, I'm telling you. And if you are going to simp, please don't go with this person who looks like an artist and has a big bank. If you can smile it's like there's no tomorrow. He really feels that he is very handsome, the only pretty thing on his face is just his amber eyes.

"You know, sir, the famous businessmen I hear on radio dramas aren't handsome. They usually have big bellies and are ugly. They're just rich. I think Theron Duffins' pillow and bed is made of the most expensive fabric in the world." I smiled. After all, I was like him when I was young. The CEOs and rich people I see in my mind are bald and have big bellies. Then they are stinky. Daddy seems to be the only handsome one for me. "I'm telling you that Theron Duffins don't look like what you think of him. Theron Duffins is handsome. He has a sharp nose, his skin is smooth, he's intimidating to look at but it makes him becoming more attractive, he's tall and he's the epitome of an almost perfect m

They were handsome, their sharp features striking against their pale skin, but none of them had the effortless allure that Dorian possessed. Dorian’s beauty was undeniable—his dark hair fell in soft waves around his face, and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her, though they never betrayed anything. His tall frame was lean and strong, the way he carried himself exuding confidence and power. His presence alone commanded respect.