Tall Dark And Handsome Mga Nobela at Kwento

His sandy, lust-filled voice made me shiver. Damn him and all his maleness! He was sexy, I'd give him that, but he was irresistible to all women, and that's all I fell into his trap all these years ago. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Throw in his five o'clock shadow, tattooed up body and aqua blue eyes, and he was poisonous; especially to me. "You know why I'm fighting this?" I growled as I tried to squirm free once again.

From Raine's description, my date is tall, dark, and handsome. I spot a tall gentleman enter the restaurant and glance around just as I am about to give up hope. I give a small wave, and he nods in my direction just as the hostess approaches him. While he is briefly distracted, I check him out. Tall... Not as tall as Ethan.....muscular...not as muscular as Ethan, and a great smile...just not as good as Ethan's. I stand and smooth my dress as he gets closer. I place a believable smile on my face, and he extends his hand.

He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit that draped his long, powerful frame as if it loved being there, and he looked absolutely sensational. Tall, dark, and tanned, with the kind of hard-angled, well-balanced features that just instinctively attracted women to him: the exotic curve of his cheekbones, the thin nose, the gorgeously sexy full, sensual mouth. Her stomach was churning and her eyes were unwillingly glued to the slightly sardonic gleam in his. And Adrastos was smiling.

“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.

“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,

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.