Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

Did he get in an accident that damaged his. Ugh. I glanced at him. He had that same dark expression on his face, looking so fuckable with his disheveled hair, red lips from the intense makeout session that we had, and his exposed upper body. Those deep v-lines and trails of fine hair on his lower abdomen tickle something in my imagination. How could I want him so bad despite knowing he wouldn't be able to fuck me? Damn it! I can still feel the dampness in between my thighs!

“I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard, of course, she could not love me at all.” ~Graham Greene The End of the Affair Havana is in a red mini gown that helps showcase her toned long legs and she has a black three-inch heel on and her hair is a medium afro which brings out her full face. She's having a mild make-up on but yet she is as beautiful as ever. Zander is standing beside her, wearing a white long sleeve with three of its upper button undone, which slightly exposes his mid-chest up to the eyes of everyone. He has a black suit on top of it and his hair is in a neat bun and I must admit he

And every time I saw it, something inside my chest twisted painfully, like a reminder I hadn’t asked for. Dark hair. Piercing hazel eyes. Six-foot-one of pure intimidation wrapped in beauty. Devastatingly handsome, no, devastatingly beautiful. If goddesses existed, Jensen Aniston would be a warrior goddess. The kind carved into myths and whispered about in legends. The kind who stole hearts without trying, who left wreckage behind with nothing more than a glance. I had told myself, over and over, that I loved men. I needed to love men. I dated them. Kissed them. Shared beds, made foolish promises and kept a brief illusion of something real.

Oh boy, don’t blow my cover. Mr. Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “I see you’ve met my gorgeous wife then?” I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice. I think he’s Australian. The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.” Mr. Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over, grabbing the back of my head before he pulls me towards him. His tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth. His tongue takes no prisoners as it swirls deeper into my mouth.

“Why don’t you shout it?” My eyes drifted back to the man who’d caught my attention. He was gorgeous. He put Brad Pitt, Ryan Reynolds, and every other hot celebrity out there to shame. He was the total package. Tall, dark, and handsome had to have been created just for him. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was talking with another man, also handsome, but not his kind of handsome.

damn. Tall, dark, and way too handsome for a place like this. Something about him pulled Lukas’s gaze like gravity. Sharp jaw, dark lashes, a strong hand wrapped around a glass of untouched whiskey. He was stupid hot. Objectively. Unfairly. Their eyes met, just for a beat, and Lukas felt it low in his gut. But then the guy looked away, smooth as smoke, eyes flicking down to his phone like Lukas’s stare hadn’t just lit a fuse under his skin.

She certainly wasn't in the mood to persuade horny werewolves to tell her where their boss was. A few steps into the hallway, Belinda came face to face with another man. His hair wasn't blond. In fact, it was as dark as a starless night and was long enough to fall past his shoulder. He was very tall, very broad, and very very handsome. Belinda had grown up surrounded by good-looking men, but this man was on another level. He was gorgeous. His skin was olive, like he spent a lot of time in the sun, and his chin was clean-shaven, except for the stubble of a mustache above his lips. His lips... They were full and invoked dreams of kissing him. He looked like he would be a wonderful kisser too,

She paused and then pushed the door open wanting to get it done with already. His pictures online, seeing his outline at the club, nothing came close to what he looked like up close, nothing had done justice to The devastatingly handsome cold stare on his face, his long elegant leg that he drummed on his laps. He had dimples, she had seen it in one of his pictures, and had expected that it will make him less intimidating, maybe cute but she couldn't excuse his dark Aura that sent chills down her spine. There was nothing remotely cute about the man she was standing in front of. He was dark-skinned, the perfect Alpha male. Nobody should be this handsome and still be powerful. It was unfair!

FOUR: Tanya's POV: I did my workout for the day with a massive smile on my face. Finally! It made me so happy seeing the look on that handsome face! Yeah, he had that tall, dark, and handsome thing going on—and maybe throw in a little rugged, and you've pictured him to a T. I relished the way that perfectly sculpted, clean-shaven jaw clenched when I called him out on his shit. And those eyes—icy blue, almost transparent—burned right through me…

The moment I saw his face clearly, I felt my breath get knocked out of me. Talon was devilishly handsome. His hair was slicked back with gel, framing his face beautifully. His eyes were enthralling and his lips were so plump and enticing. He was dressed in a tuxedo and words couldn’t express how attractive he looked in that tux. Talon Thwaites might be a bossy, demanding jerk but for what it was worth, he was one of the most handsome men I had ever came across in my entire life.