Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

That small, harmless contact kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Am I seriously catching feelings? For real? Well… who wouldn’t? He was charming, polite, soft-spoken. The kind of guy who actually lets you share his umbrella instead of ignoring you in the rain. That already makes him ten times better than most men I know. And he’s good-looking, too—Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The perfect embodiment of TDH. Plus, his curly hair? That curly-fringed cut he had? Very few guys could pull that off, but he did—effortlessly. A true Island Boy. Sun-kissed skin, relaxed vibe, and just the right amount of mystery.

Of course there is no evidence. “Yes. The mafia. I’m sure you must have read about me in the paper or seen me on the news. I’ve been a hot subject the past few months. Of course my real occupation is a bit secretive.” I nod absentmindedly as my eyes run over his face. He must be around forty years old and he is gorgeous. One of the most handsome men I have ever seen. Golden brown eyes with thick black brows and a clean shaven jaw. His face is all sharp angles but with soft and full lips. His skin has a beautiful golden tan color that fits extremely well with his otherwise dark colors. And he’s tall. I am tall but he is easily 6’3. If anyone would look up the definition of tall, dark and hand

was not the best word to describe him. The man—whoever he was—was so damn good-looking. No! Good-looking is an even worse understatement. He was a thousand times more beautiful than all of the celebrities and men she had ever seen in her life. He was tall, his charcoal-dark hair was scattered and swept to the left side of his face. He had a strongly-defined masculine jawline and dark eyes that held no emotions in them, and he didn't blink for even a second as his evil-looking eyes behold hers.

DeAngelo shut the door after himself without another word. How stupid was it for your body to burn for a man that had hurt you so badly that you spent the first three days of his treachery in tears and then the next three missing the feel of his toned dark body against yours?? Ashleigh had always liked tall, dark men. Maybe because she was short, fat and light. DeAngelo was the type of handsome that made you look twice. He was slightly over six feet tall with a lean athletic build and hair cut so short that it was barely there. By contrast, his silky black goatee drew your eyes to his lush full lips. But it was the smile that did it. When his dimples appeared her body melted.

Brandon Rodriquez 28 years old, 6.2 tall Well toned muscular body dangerous Mafia boss of Italy. Everyone fears him. No family Claire Brown 22 years old, 5.2 tall fair colour Blue-green eyes Slim, with perfect curves beautiful inner and out Loves her family and is very sweet Pursuing her last year in literature These are the main characters of my story played by [ Nick Bateman as Brandon Lucy hale as Claire ] Please let me know, what you think about the cast.

"Tall. Maybe six feet. Dark hair, expensive suit. He was the one whose white shirt got the wine on it." "Age?" "Thirties, I think. It was hard to tell." "What else? Any distinguishing features?" Bianca closed her eyes, trying to picture his face more clearly. "He had a scar on his hand. His left hand. I noticed it when he grabbed my wrist to pull me aside." Anna pulled out her phone. "Hold on. I need you to look at something and tell me if this is him."

After that, Morana chose to go into the room and rest, letting Anna call Daniel and tell him what had happened in a panic. Morana was sure that Daniel would run home to see her own condition with his own eyes. # # # In a closed room, where this room is only reserved for VIP guests, Lucas was enjoying a cigar in his hand while supporting his feet on the table in a haughty manner. The puff of white smoke that came out from between his lips was a color that contrasted with the slightly dim atmosphere of the room, but in harmony with the ambience of the place. A woman in skimpy clothes accompanied Lucas beside him with her fake smile and looked cute with heavy makeup covering her face.

[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

My breath caught. He was tall, with a presence that seemed to take up all the air in the room. He was on the phone, his voice a low, commanding murmur. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up. His hair was dark, a little messy. His features were sharp and… beautiful. Not pretty. Strong. Like a statue come to life. He ran a hand through his hair, and my heart did a stupid, unexpected flip. Pinch yourself, Sienna. You’re hallucinating.

he added and left. ***** Ronald leaned on his car, dressed cassually in a denim jean and shirt, with the two up buttons undone giving him the hot bad boy look. "Hey, you," he heard a voice behind him. Looking up, Ronald couldn't believe his eyes. The dress fitted so perfectly on Arya's body, bringing out her tiny curves. The slit on the downside of the gown exposed her long smoothly tanned legs up to her thighs and the other slit on the neckside exposed her succulent cleavage.