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.

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.

He turned on the shower barely catching a grip if the valve fully,his hand were wet and were shaking uncontrollably, he jumped into the tub,flashes of the memories he had in this tub with Julie played slowly in his head he could feel her touch on his face, the night candles came alive again,those moments were fantastic. "Yo,Tommy,what's rolling man?" a man with a large stomach tapped him from behind,he had a scar on his lower jaw region, sun shades and carried alot of keys. "Jon, what's with the shade"Tom said paying attention directly behind the man in front of him,

I approached a couple who were together to ask. "Miss, Mister! Excuse me. Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and shorts with holes? He is white, has a piercing nose, has a killer smile, and..." Tact! He has all the characteristics of a handsome man. How can I explain his face, I can't say that that man is handsome. Ts "It's just that he's tall and he's English." I continued to describe it to Clive. fuck that boy! He said that he would not go far. Skin!

What a strange guy! ***