Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

She felt the miscreant bastard's grip losing. She was looking at him too. He was so tall, taller than everyone. He dwarfed his bodyguards in height. He must be six feet one inch tall. Her heart seemed to stop seeing his dark and handsome personality. She imagined his muscles beneath his dark tailored suit. His face was emotionless. There was a strange kind of aura that demanded attention and compelled everyone to bow to him.

"See that guy up front? Tall. Dark. Definitely shallow?" I scanned the area near the entrance until I spotted him. He was impossible to miss, really—standing apart from the crowd with the casual confidence of someone who'd never waited for anything in his life. Tall, just as Layla had said, with the kind of dark hair that looked effortlessly tousled but probably required expensive products and twenty minutes of careful styling. His jacket was leather but looked soft enough to be custom-made, and he held himself with the posture of someone accustomed to being looked at.

All her thoughts have been about him, and she would be a liar if she said they weren't wild thoughts, but anger and hate were certainly a part of what she felt. Bella on the other hand couldn't take her eyes off Scorpion. This was the first time she was seeing a guy as handsome and hot as him. His black long-sleeved sweatshirt made his masculinity even more visible, making Bella turn red with his actions. His hands were crossed backward and his eyes were fixed on those ice blues that seemed to have trapped him. Caro's lips moved to answer his question, but just as she was about to, the doors behind opened to two intimidating women.

With my heart basically in my throat, I moved to straddle him, and Immediately, he raised his head, clearly shocked at the intrusion of his personal space. Well, you and me, buddy, I don't know what the hell I'm doing but— His eyes... damn... they were dark, intense, deep and sexy in a way that made it hard to look away from them. Those two dark beauties were shadowed under thick full lashes that made me want to kiss them just so I could feel the roughness on my lips. His full brows rested above; it was well carved and almost perfect. I swallowed, taking in his whole face.

"You've been distracted lately." "I'm managing it." She stood beside me. "And I have heard an interesting rumour." I remained silent. “My dear mother, I didn’t know you were into gossip now.” She looked out over the city. "They say Blackthorn's most untouchable student has a girlfriend." A faint smile touched her lips. "Tell me, Adrian..." She turned her head just enough to look at me. "...who is Elena Carter?"

It had the power of the other Lycans, but it wasn't one of them. “The last brother.” The thought immediately came to my mind. He was standing behind me. How he got in without my knowing, surprised me. But amongst all, his power bore a kind of rage. One that scared the hell out of Astari. I turned to see who he was. I was surprised. Upon all that hatred I had felt coming from him. That rage. He was the most charming of the brothers. Tall and muscular. His eyes were the most pretty—they were gold in colour. And then Zarek walked in, naked.

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

And I have. I lean my shoulder on a nearby column and watch as he and his opponent salute each other. They both look like warriors of old when they raise their swords to their foreheads as a sign of respect. My attention is shattered when a dark man leans his shoulder on a column near me. He’s tall and dark, with a rocker vibe about him. I’m stunned. He’s gorgeous with a pitch-black faux-hawk and dark eyes. He’s wearing a black Nirvana t-shirt, skinny jeans, and black all-stars. He looks like Tom Welling and Ian Somerhalder’s love child. He’s still not as gorgeous as Azazel with his Brad Pitt and Alex Pettyfer looks, but he’s pretty hot.

I smirked to myself, and then looked back ahead, focusing on the task at hand. I kept my eyes focused on him as I walked over. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. The glass tumbler he held in his hand looked tiny in his grip, like he could shatter it with a simple squeeze. He had dark hair; so deep brown it was almost black. Gray eyes, stormy, and surprisingly light compared to his other features.

Stepping out of the car, I let out a relaxed breath, ready to embrace whatever the day at college might bring. I'm Xander Baston, the affluent, indulged scion of the Baston family. My mother is of Greek descent, and my father boasts Viking lineage. I embody the perfect fusion of looks and strength. When it comes to chiseled good looks, 'tall, dark, and handsome' barely scratches the surface. With a sculpted physique radiating power and prestige, I'm a living masterpiece, with glossy brown eyes. Every girl on campus desires me, despite knowing my ruthless nature.