Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

He chuckled, "I'll give you a hint. I'm tall, dark, and gorgeous." I laughed, "No idea." He took his hands off my eyes and spun me around. I did not recognize the man in front of me. His smile was gleaming. He was tall, with black hair, and dark eyes. He really was tall, dark, and gorgeous. He had tattoos covering most of his body. I couldn't make any of the symbols out under the dim light. He had on ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. He held a lazy smile on his face.

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

Meaning he's everyone's type—except for Lyra, I suppose. “Get a grip, Tess,” I mutter, hating that I’ve resorted to talking to myself after spending too much time alone. “Make your caramel fix and go to bed.” Despite trying to focus on the task at hand, I keep envisioning Tall, Dark, and Arrogant. In my dreams, his face is covered in a thick, attractive shadow. His eyes are just as I remember them—a vibrant shade of gold. With his T-shirt missing, clothed only in jeans and boots, I’ve been able to see his tattoos. The intricate patterns wind around the front and the back of his shoulder. The black ink suits his tanned skin, bringing attention to his arms, shoulders, and chest.

I say to myself, but my heart is no longer under my control because it fell harder for the Alpha with no feelings. ~ Damien walked into the room right on time, and I stood, feeling nervous. He stared at me for a little longer than was necessary. "You look beautiful," he complimented, but I didn't deserve that compliment. I dimmed in comparison to him. No wonder he had left so early; he was dressed in a tuxedo. I was used to seeing him dress so formally, but with the royal blue color he had chosen and his slightly shorter hair, it clearly showed that he did make an attempt. He looked good without trying, and now that he had tried, he looked so... intoxicating, it was easy to get addicted to

Everyone in the hallway stopped, practically holding their breath as a suffocating shadow stretched across the floor. Amira turned her head toward the entrance. There he was. Andrea walked into the VIP section, his hand shoved casually into his trousers pocket. His suit was dark, immaculate, and sharp enough to bleed. His jaw was set like carved granite, his dark eyes sweeping over the room with a cold, murderous detachment that made every single person in his vicinity instinctively take a step back. He didn't look at Howard. He didn't even acknowledge Ashleigh or her terrified minions, who had immediately lowered their phones, their faces turning completely ghostly.

His huge back was on display and I swear, I haven't seen a sexy man like him in my whole life. No matter how evil he is, he is insanely handsome and I have to give it to him. He swirled the glass in his hand and turned towards me while leaning against the table, looking at me with something different in his eyes like he had conquered everything. Everything he always wanted! I know what he wants, he made it clear before agreeing to marriage. He agreed to marry me and now it's my turn to give him for which I agreed. How bad it could be? How difficult he will be than Laurence. It's just a matter of two minutes like it used to be with Laurence. Right? Let's just do it and get over it.

“Then, excuse this average woman. Thank you for the drink, Mr. Raphael. Enjoy the rest of the night.” As I stood up from my seat. I was about to leave him alone if it wasn’t for his hand that suddenly stopped me. I turned to him. It was then I noticed how tall this guy actually is. As a 5’6 ft woman, standing beside him made me feel like my height isn’t that tall after all. Damn it, Tall, Dark, and handsome?! How can God be so biased toward you!

“But I said the same thing to him when I first walked in on them making out.” Gustav Paltro was a tall, dark and Godly handsome hunk of a man who was a America’s Top Model winner and a well known face in several high profile magazines. His skin was a dark coffee colour and his hair was cut close to his scalp and dyed blonde. His eyes were a dark chocolate and he was over six feet four in height, towering over Acelin by a good few inches. The two men looked completely polar opposites but I’d seen them together, felt their connection on a deeper level.

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.

Valerie was paralyzed for some seconds. She had expected some disgusting old looking man to be the head of such a vile association that trafficked girls, and forced them into prostitution. But no! She was dead wrong. Standing in front of her with his hand in the pocket of his pants, was a man, a gorgeous man. He was tall, almost 6 ft 9 by the looks of it. He appeared much older than the innocent looking young lady, who couldn't look away from him.