Truth Or Beard Novels & Stories

The face beneath the beard was unexpectedly refined and striking, its proportions nearly perfect. His features were sharp and masculine. A straight nose, lips that carried an effortless sensuality, paired with smooth skin and well-defined brows, gave him a presence balanced somewhere between youthful and mature. "You look so... young?" I blurted out. "Why have you been keeping a beard all this time?" Before seeing his true appearance, I had assumed he was much older, at least in his thirties.

The head of the narcotics unit handed Gabriella an application form filled with signatures. "Chief Campbell, here's the application form to conduct drilling at Pier 17 of the Joy Bridge. Everyone in the narcotics unit has signed it. "We have to get to the bottom of this, regardless of whether Oliver was telling the truth. We owe the truth to our fallen comrades and the public!" Gabriella swept her eyes across the application form before crumpling it into a ball. "Application rejected."

Pftt. "No way, you're cuter than my girlfriend." "Well, I'll take as a compliment." "Why didn't you tell us?" "You didn't ask?" "I-is it real? Longer than Nikolai's?" "Yeah, he saw me changing one time and so my thing then out of nowhere he said, longer than mine." That day, I was trembling in shock. How could a cute man like him can have a dick longer than a manly looking guy? I was wondering why?! I'm always hitting the gym just to take care of my muscles but I've never saw him do any work out and yet he has abs!

A smile escaped my lips, and I thanked these people in my thoughts. I returned my gaze to Justine, who was wearing in loose, sloppy, old faded jeans and a tattered sleeveless top. His hair was unkempt, and his face was unshaven, yet despite his beard, he still looks attractive. I'll give him that. His beard definitely adds to his hotness and sexiness. Furthermore, he appears to be completely comfortable with those firearms. He is undoubtedly the real definition of the word 'sigma.' Justine chuckled. “Yeah, he absolutely is,” he says picking salmon out of a can with his fingers.

It was a strong fashion statement. “What if you disguised yourselves?” A big hat and dark glasses probably wouldn’t cut it. “Maybe shave your beards?” There was a gasp from the assembled druids. “No, no, we can’t do that.” “Why not?” I asked “They’ll grow back?” There was a swish of branches behind me. “The beards hide what they really are,” said the tree. “Wilbur, please, we’re trying to have a meeting.” “My name is Xesar, not Wilbur.”

her in her place like a real man does.” Beau grabbed Trad by his shirt collar and threw him down to the ground standing over him. Beau balled up his fists, his jaw completely clenched, and Trad said, “Oh come on Beau I was just making light hearted jokes.” Beau said, “You put your hands on my wife and then disrespected her like she was nothing and you think I’m going to let you get away with that? Trad, I will knock your teeth out without hesitation.” Trad swallowed his breath and Beau said, “The difference between you and me Trad is that I don’t have to talk a big talk and mess with women to prove that I’m tough. I don’t have to talk a big game to scare you into believing I’m tougher than

His strong arms were holding me secure to his chest and I could feel the warmth seeping in. Not even a single word was spoken between us, his attention was on hiding us from elders while I was committing his features to my memory. His perfectly trimmed beard, a little dense at the jawline, his hair were pulled in a simple hairstyle, and there was not gel in it, as they were flowing with the cool night breeze. His nose wasn't angular, but a little buttoned and there was a scar over his thick eyebrow.

Phoebe muttered sensing that I was lying. "I am telling the truth," I said. "No, you aren't because anytime you lie. you always have a really serious face" Phoebe argued and demonstrated my look. I chuckled loudly as I watched her demonstration, she looked so hilarious and beautiful. "That's not the kind of face I make, ha ha" Phoebe laughed but questioned again. “What did he really say?, I am sure it's nothing good” She rolled her eyes. "You got that right" I nodded.

“Well, lucky for you, we aren’t working for Valdis. We are actually trying to catch the man who stole from you.” “What about the man with the red beard then, is there a reward for him? The blonde guy said there would be if we mentioned him to any others passing through?” Pearl growled, continuing to fight against my hold. We looked at each other. Is this a trap? “What red-bearded man? What were you told?” “Nothing!. He came through a few days before he other man and has the same black leathers as you, except he can’t speak. We assumed he’d escaped Valdis. He went east.”

By her father’s beard, these photographs had to be taken within the year or so of their death. Her dad had started growing it out a year earlier and at the time of his death, it had only just became something that looked like an actual beard. Her dad was cursed with, as he called it, a baby face and he wanted to grow out the beard to look more ‘manly’. Gail remembered he was talking about letting it grow super long, so when he went gray, he’d look like a real wizard.