Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Or maybe it's his height as a person on the shorter side; she was always wary of people who towered her. It might have something to do with how good-looking he is, like "feature on the cover of magazine" good-looking. The good-looking that seems designed to make people angry comes off as a kind of challenge to the more ordinary people of the world. Square face. Straight, well-formed nose. The type of fullish lips that are unmistakably masculine. A+ jawline. Very nice hair, in lovely golden brown colour. All although, he looked neat, like one of those OCD people who had a fit whenever something got moved out of its place. Smiling to herself, she could help but imagine doing something to piss

her voice trembled. “don’t think about anything, just go and talk to him, look that lady might be going to use restroom, don’t waste a second” Sara advised after she noticed that the lady with Oscar had left her seat. Nina gathered her emotions and went to Oscar, who was sitting at ease and was looking at his mobile, he was in a white shirt and black pant and sleeves were well rolled. He was wearing a decent watch and his hairs were giving wet look and elegance was there in his overall look and dressing. He was over 6 feet in his early 30’s with a well-maintained beard which was adding his masculinity.

And shit he is handsome The tall, dark, and handsome stranger stood at an imposing height, his broad shoulders and chiseled features no doubt causing heads to turn as he walked down the street. His jet black hair was styled in a messy yet alluring way, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a hint of danger in them. He exuded an air of confidence and mystery, drawing me in with his enigmatic presence. He seemed like the kind of guy who is viewed as a reckless rebel, always seeking adventure and thrills, while others saw him as a smooth and charming gentleman, capable of sweeping anyone off their feet.

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.

Shawn rubbed his mane, "Erm, he should also be the definition of tall, dark, and handsome since your sister is no less than an epitome of gorgeousness. She makes heads turn around wherever she goes. He should be equal if not more." "Hmm, the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Equal if not more." "Where will we find such a man?" Scott closed his eyes as he suppressed the need to scream. "There is only one man with such features... And my sister just got divorced from him." Shawn ordered new drinks for them. When they arrived, he lifted the skewer from it and sucked it. "Keep thinking, my friend. I'm sure you'll find someone better than your sister's ex-husband. Don't forget to look aroun

I know this has to be a dream because it’s the man from the novels I read. The perfect epitome of tall, dark, handsome, and wickedly dangerous. The kind of guy with that flawless skin tone, heavy brow, square jawline, and black eyes so dark that they’re like midnight with a side of the blackest paint known in the existence of all artistry, and even then, they’re threaded through with ambler flecks, because every night sky needs its stars. His hair is wavy, and a lock of it falls over his strong brow, belying his danger. That lock is almost boyish. The kind of man that was created out of stone. Six foot five, a hulking beast of a brute, and of course, he prefers black. Black like his hair and

She kept her gaze on the man. If she's going to describe the man in front of her, the description of him as tall, dark, and handsome would fit him. He also has this jolly aura around him that, even if he isn't always smiling, he always seems to be smiling. And because of that, he looks very approachable.