Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

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.

“I just got back into town. I’m not leaving, not yet. I took the wrong escalator, that’s it. My ride’s waiting for me outside.” His hold doesn’t loosen immediately. I push against him, gently trying to make some space. When he finally pulls back enough for me to look up. I see his face. Damn. He’s tall, dark, and brooding. The kind of sexy trouble that comes wrapped in a dangerously gorgeous package. The kind of guy you see in the movies. My breath catches in my throat. I gulp, trying not to drool all over him. If the good Lord wanted perfection, He came close with this one.

Tall, dark, and handsome. Sandy had to look up to talk to him. His skin was pinkish after a short exposure to the Bhorma sunlight. He was sweating underneath his motorbike apparel. He took off his helmet and his shades, he greeted her politely with a firm handshake. She noticed his black, unruly hair, his thick beard had a few gray hairs sticking out. He looked exactly the way he did in the movies, only much real.

In fact, it wasn’t a girl at all. It was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, tall man. A beautiful, tall man with skin kissed by the sun. He had to be the epitome of the old cliché ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. My heart leapt from my body when our eyes met. I could feel myself sinking into those deep, dark orbs, lined with thick black lashes. They were the kind of lashes any girl would kill for and mascara companies would pay millions to use them in an advertisement. They drew me in. I felt as if they were speaking to me in a silent language I could not understand, but was somehow familiar. I suddenly had the sensation of being where I belonged—yet where I should not be. It felt comfortable,

He was so handsome that I forgot to breathe while staring at him. He was tall. Very tall. About 6'2 or 6'3 I wasn't sure, but he definitely towered over my 5'4 height. His hair was neatly cut, fuller in the middle and shorter on the sides. But still looking like a classy low cut. with those amazing waves making them look dark and sleek and shiny. "I asked if everything is okay." he said the second time. His voice firmer now. I looked into his eyes, those dark pits, they were as black as the night, and a good contrast to his olive skin. He was a very handsome man. I blinked and gave my head a slight shake trying to return to my senses.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

As we both ladies were dancing to the beat I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and dance with me. "And, who would you might be to touch me without permission because I don't remember giving you one?" I asked with a raised brow as I turned around only to get frozen in my place and lost in the hazel eyes of the tall man standing in front of me. He was 6'1 in height with a muscular body, dark curly hair, suntanned skin with a lithe physique and I can't help but gulp and feel turned on with only a single glance from this Adonis-looking man. "What's your name, beautiful?" the tall, hot, and handsome man asked in a seductively low voice.

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.