Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

Lucinda Ava's P O V Perfect! Just perfect! Everything about him is perfect! No one can own the word 'perfect' other than William Black I know people might say 'No one is perfect but, to me, he is perfect'. William Black is kind, and handsome with a face that even celebrities get jealous of. He is rich and the top businessman in the entire country, and he earned it on his own. He started his business from scratch and got there with his own hard work.

A voice rings out behind me as soon as I get the door unlocked. “Excuse me?” I whirl around, eyes narrowing at the man in the alley. He’s tall, with long dark hair swept back and secured in a low ponytail. He looks like he’d fit right in with the hipsters at this bar, but he’s had that hairstyle for centuries. For he’s not a man at all, but a vampire. Magic burns at my fingertips, and I suck in a breath, tying to hold it back. The vampire advances, moving fast and trying to startle me. I cock an eyebrow, unamused, and it pisses him off even more. He flashes his fangs, yet still doesn’t get a reaction out of me. I hold steady, curling my fingers into my fist.

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

I have never worn a dress like this. I never liked to wear dresses which would show my skin. But I must say that I am looking beautiful in this dress. Luciano enters the room. He looks at me with his lust filled eyes. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. He is looking like a Greek God. He is looking perfect for any girl to fall in his feet. He walks towards me. "Così bello. You are looking so beautiful tesoro. So beautiful and all mine." He says kissing my lips. (So beautiful)

Something about the blackness of his hair made him look so sinister, like some night predator. His face however was that of a stranger you could trust for your safety – just not the safety of your heart. Well chiseled, with an aristocratic jawline, nose, and a lip that managed to be generous, and yet not too full. He was more handsome than all the celebrity actors I had ever had a crush on – back before the time I was raped, when I could still afford to have crushes. His white shirt of obvious expensive quality was worn so carelessly, with almost half the buttons open, that he should probably not have bothered to wear a shirt at all.

Beatrice felt her time stop. She couldn’t find any words to say to him. It felt like her tongue was cut out and she didn’t know what to say anymore. ‘What was that thing?!’ Beatrice kept on asking herself. She was terrified and shocked at the same time. But this man with his big green eyes was just looking at her as if he was enjoying her expressions. She could see his eyes smiling while he was grinning too. Her heart skipped and her breathing became hard. She wanted to push him but her body was frozen too. Indeed, this man was gorgeous. His nose was pointed as if it was molded. He was like the paintings she had just looked at earlier. His hair was not long, but it was curly and was adding m

Does he want to hear that I loved being in the dark? “It has been only one day since you are here. After looking at you, it seems like you were here for ages. Look at your condition! Swollen eyes, dirty clothes, and tears-stained face. Tiredness and lack of sleep are evident on your face. This is not how I wanted you to be”. He says in a sad voice. I know he is not sad. He is just taunting me. I don’t say anything in return. I just continue to cry.

He didn’t want their attention on Lily. The group parted in time to reveal an extremely handsome man in a black suit. He wasn’t as beastly built as the others but surprisingly, his aura dominated everyone else’s in the room. Dark and lethal. The man aced the definition of tall, dark, and handsome with his dark hair and striking features. From his sculpted brows to chiseled jaw. His eyes were veiled by the dark shades but one could tell they must be stunning for nothing less than perfect could go on this handsome face. His aristocratic nose complemented his defined cheekbones which were carved down to a basalt jaw. The only soft feature he possessed was his bow-shaped lips. The lower lip was

I answer honestly and shut my eyes, too afraid to see his dreadfully handsome face become red with anger and hate. He sucks in a loud, irritated breath and brings his face down to mine and I open my eyes the slightest bit. Even in moments like these, I can't help but admire how devilishly handsome he is; his jet-black hair messily out of place. His skin so smooth, yet rugged from the little amounts of stubble over his face. And his eyes so dark and dangerous I'm scared if I stare too long into them, I'll never be able to look away. "You'd better fucking tell me why you're out here or I won't hesitate to throw you into that cell," he snarls with his grip, like a snake bite over my arms.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".