Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

Though I tried to hate him, my heart raced faster when he was with me and his touch sent a shiver down my spine. He is handsome, yet dangerous. I have hated my life since the day I entered his mansion. He chained my hands and legs. I can't even walk freely. I was like a prisoner to him. It seems like he has lost his sanity. He behaves like a total psychopath, and I am very sure he is a psycho, But he is damn rich.

The tailored grey suit fit like sin, molded to his powerful frame, emphasizing every defined muscle. His long black hair was perfectly styled, strands falling just past his ears—a touch of controlled chaos. But it was his eyes that pinned me in place. Sandra sipped her drink like she had all the time in the world. "So, what's the plan?" "There is no plan." My voice was barely steady. "I'm going to avoid him, pretend like he doesn't exist, and get through this night without embarrassing myself." Sandra arched a brow, a slow smirk curling her lips. "Yeah, good luck with that, babe. Because Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sinful is coming this way."

Undeniable. I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the polished glass cabinet. Damian Blackwood. Tall. Imposing. Sharp, cruelly handsome. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, stretching over broad shoulders, his white shirt crisp against tanned skin. He carried himself the way a man like him should—like the world belonged to him, and no one would dare question it. I forced myself to keep dusting, but my fingers trembled slightly. This is ridiculous. He doesn’t even know you exist.

He was headed my way. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. He wanted to talk to me. I didn’t have shit to say to him. I crossed my arms over my chest and leveled my gaze at him. The city slicker was going to learn I wasn’t one of the delicate flowers from the city. I could kick his ass and not break a nail in the process. Mostly because I didn’t have nails, but that wasn’t the point. Mr. Tall, Dark, and what I could see now was very Handsome was not going to intimidate me. But damn, he was sexy as hell. I wasn’t usually the type to go for the fancy folk, but I could be persuaded.

He's so tall, handsome as hell he's so bad but he does it so well. But the main thing was, he wasn't that tall, I mean I'm a good 5'8 while he looks like he's 5'11, that's it. A man's height should atleast be 6'2 but he was handsome as hell with a sharp prominent jaw, pointed nose and facial features were exquisite. He was even well built and his light golden brown hair was tousled back and he was wearing a grey tux. I know I'm drooling over him.

“I told you. Come on, let me introduce you to one of my friends.” We walk up to a group of attractive guys who have just walked in. The first one to walk in is a seriously gorgeous dark-haired guy. His eyes are dark, his hair is pulled back into a trendy wave, and his skin is golden. He’s about six feet tall and toned with a scruffy beard. His eyes alight when they land on India and quickly darken sexily when they land on mine.

She's beautiful with blonde hair. I took another soft sigh. My gaze stopped at the dark hallway. I blinked and my gaze stopped on a tall dark-haired guy. He was already looking at me. The dim light was resting on his face, making his skin a golden glow. He was so gorgeous. Perhaps, the light was making his fair skin golden. I tried to look at him more closely. I waited for him to break his gaze. He didn't. I felt my skin was hot.

With the darkness outside, it was like lookingin a mirror, enabling her to see his devastatingly masculine face beside hers—his intense features and incandescent eyes yes that gleamed with heat and lust. “I want you to see how beautiful you are like this.” he said, nipping at her lobe while his free hand glided along the curve of her waist. “All soft and willing and eager. You’re so fucking perfect.” No, she wasn’t perfect at all. Far from it. But right now, in this moment, she was going believe that she was everything Rykan wanted.Everything

Never had she done that for the man I was being forced to marry, and the single she-wolves within his pack literally threw themselves at him! I could not help but admire him as he stood at the counter dressed casually. His tattoos intrigued me… my eyes drifted over his body... his face... he was literally, as you hear a guy described, tall, dark and handsome. As he turned from the counter, our drinks in hand, he caught me staring, and I quickly looked away feeling embarrassed… “Like what you see?” he said, his voice a little husky, as he placed the drinks on the table in front of me.

Tall and graceful, his posture exuded elegance, and his slender frame added to his allure. Sarah didn't wait before running toward him. She came to a stop in front of him, panting to catch her breath. This must be the beginning of her ex-lover's change of heart! A hint of a smile lingered on the corners of her lips as she asked excitedly, "Are you here specifically for me?" The look on his face was colder than she had imagined—an unprecedented iciness—and his gaze held a scrutinizing intensity akin to that of a criminal. It was aggressive, showering her with discomfort and fear.