Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

the guy said while smiling to Hazel who's surprised by the cute guy's words. "Thank you" she just nodded pursing her lips in shock. "Wait do you go to Rosemount university" she asked in surprise as she is shocked to see the shirt he's wearing on which her University's name is printed. "Yeah, I'm 2nd year student there." the guy replied after looking at his own shirt. "OMG then we're same year, wait now I know where I saw you you're the introverted guy with no friends right!" she exclaimed as she remembered where she saw him last time.

Bianca didn't respond, just stormed off, leaving the door open for me to walk in. Frank was in the kitchen, making coffee, without his shirt. His chest and torso were covered in tattoos as well and his jet black hair was in messy spiral curls around his head. His muscles distracted me but not as much as his black sweatpants did. I could feel my body tensing as I thought of how heavenly it would feel to lean against that hard chest. I shouldn't be thinking these things though, I have a goddamned boyfriend. "You're early." His deep voice made me flinch out of my thoughts.

Deep breaths Verena, deep breaths. He was the only guy here who wasn't wearing a suit, he wore a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt underneath which showed off his muscular build perfectly. His hair was slicked back a little untidily with a few rebellious strands falling loose. He had a light stubble around his jaw which made his already sharp jawline seem impossibly sharper. Even in his casual demeanor he was by far the most good-looking guy in the room. I noticed a few other girls eyeing him appreciatively and I felt a pang annoyance but it disappeared as soon as our eyes met again.

What kind of ability user was he? Seeing they remained silent, Ray asked again, "Is one of you named Igor?" "I'm here," a man's voice replied. The villa's front door opened, and a man around thirty stepped out. He had begun growing the characteristic mustache style, and even his clothing was distinctly Jayzepanese. If not for his supernatural ability, he would surely have frozen to death. Yet, he stood there in the bitter cold without the slightest sign of discomfort. "Who are you?" Igor asked. His accent carried no trace of foreignness—he sounded like a native-born local.

Josh stood near the others. He was a bit of an interesting one with his preference for shaving his head completely bald even in wintertime. He was a good fighter though, with a wide chest and big barrel arms. Of course, whenever he opened his mouth, you could pretty much bet that whatever was about to come out was a tall tale; and good luck getting him to stop once he got going. He now stood pensively staring at the ground, silent for once.

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

"I practically saw ribs through that shining six pack of yours, figured you needed carbs." His expression darkened like I'd offended him, which had to be impossible, he knew how good-looking he was! Women everywhere chanted his name in every language known to humanity! His tag line was I'm Saint, wanna be saved? I almost rolled my eyes. Almost. But for the first time since... knowing him, which wasn't at all a long time, he didn't have a comeback. Instead, he shoved a shaky hand in his pocket like he was squeezing something and then took a deep breath. "Can't a man get chapstick?"

I asked, making her confused for a moment, before pulling out an empty paper and a pen. "Give me a clear detail of this man." I loved art and I could create things on paper. It was a talent I had enhanced since childhood. "A six foot five guy, has a weird mustache and a goatee for a beard, he is dark, usually on a buzz cut, and is heavily built." While trying to make sense of the description, an image flashed through my brain. That was it! Quickly and made a drawing of the picture I had seen on that fateful day of the man, while Elena watched in curiosity.

I held the urge back to roll my eyes. But what really caught me off guard was how attractive the guy in the middle was. He had dark brown hair and a stubble. I shocked myself, thinking how soft his hair would be if I had let my hands through his hair and rough beard. His hair was like a wavy mess; tousled. He had light blue eyes, I could see slight annoyance in them, but he quickly masked it with an expressionless face. Something told me was a man who doesn't show expressions, for some reason that fact annoyed me. Why business men always had such a face, I never understood.

He's not bad either. His looks are strict and he seems to be a man who sticks to his rules. He has brown short hair and grey eyes. He is clean shaved and I don't see tattoos on him unlike most men here. "That's cool. I would love to know you more. If you don't mind that is" he smiles softly. Is he just pretending or this is the real him? Grayson is the ultimate devil unless this is not his son. "Sure, I would love that too. It gets lonely when I visit and I could use a friend"