Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

“The truth is, I have to be funny. The ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ slot was taken.” Riley and Charles cracked up. Riley said, “You know your jokes well, Taylor, but you are tall, though, very tall.” “And handsome,” Charles commented. “Oh, thank you. I owe my good looks to my parents,” Taylor said. While Riley and Charles were amused by Taylor, Adrian squinted. Taylor had the height and look. He also had that undeniable charm, masculinity, and even his confident stance. So far, everything about Taylor spelled greatness, and Adrian did not know how to feel about it. He was convinced that Taylor had a thing for his wife!

She turned slowly, gaze lifting toward the path behind the tents. Rhett followed her line of sight, and from the shadows, a man emerged. He was taller than average but lean, dressed simply in dark clothes. He walked like a soldier—deliberate, cautious, guarded. His hair was tousled, his jaw stubbled. There was a scar at his temple and a flicker of something unreadable in his dark blue eyes. He didn’t look at Rhett. He looked at Mira, and she inhaled like she’d been struck. “You,” she whispered. Rhett’s wolf bristled. Not in challenge—but confusion. Something ancient stirred, uncoiling.

The man is undoubtedly gorgeous, but his expression makes me uncomfortable. Thankfully, Argent and the others show up at that moment. As soon as I see him, I rush to his side. Argent takes my hand and leads me to the men. One of them has dark hair, obsidian eyes, and a muscular frame. He’s definitely what I would describe when I think, tall, dark, and handsome. And unlike the other man who just walked in, he gives me a friendly smile.

Or perhaps she found the man attractive, causing the rhythm of her heartbeat to change. The man is handsome in the true sense of the word handsome. She thinks his face is perfect, from the thick eyebrows that complement his slightly slanting light brown eyes, a prominent nose with a perfect nose line, and his reddish lips that are somewhat plump at the bottom. And he is so tall too. In fact, he is taller than Tyron, who is five feet and ten inches tall. Maybe he is six feet tall. It made her look like a dwarf in front of him with her height of five feet and five inches.

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.

She is a rare breed. There was a grin on his face as she stepped out of the car, it was amusing how she showed up with a flashy car just to prove whatever she was going on about. His eyes were still on her before they strolled toward the woman that came out from the other side of the car. She was as tall as a model, skinny, and tanned skin. Her brown curly hair and her black leather jacket matched perfectly with the short bright crazy jean that stopped underneath her ass. She was the definition of a badass.

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.

she asked. I groaned immediately. “No.” “That bad?” “I’m being realistic.” “You’re always dramatic,” she said, nudging me. Before I could reply, the hallway ahead shifted quietly like everyone noticed something at the same time. Elizabeth leaned closer. “Don’t stare.” That made me stare immediately. A tall figure walked through the hallway. Adrian Laurent. Even I knew his name without needing to ask. Everyone did. He didn’t walk like other students. He didn’t rush, or look around, or acknowledge anyone.

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.