1 10 Female Attractiveness Scale Novels & Stories

He heard in the tiniest and sexiest voice he'd ever come across. She turned to look at him and he mouthed a curse as he stared at her. She's damn gorgeous, pink lips that were made for sinning, high cheekbones, a pointed nose, blonde errant waves of hair at her sides and her amber eyes taking in his whole sight with disgust. "Hello! Take a picture, it'll last longer" She snapped and he stopped drooling, embarrassed as her maids giggled. "I'll rate you a 0.2 on a scale of 1-10, even if I wanted a guard, it wouldn't be an ugly ape like you" She insulted and he let out some breath.

She was attractive. The specific and maintained attractiveness of a woman who understood its utility and had deployed it consistently, the particular and careful quality of a woman in her late forties who had made the specific and strategic investments in her appearance that communicated a certain kind of power, the power of a woman who had never had to stop being decorative. She looked at Lena. Then at me. The smile arrived with the specific and practiced quality of a woman who had been deploying that smile for thirty years — warm, immediate, the particular and seamless quality of a social performance so long-practiced it had the appearance of instinct.

I feel her eyes bore into me. “I don’t understand it!” She huffs. “How can a man find another man attractive? Men are supposed to want someone soft and delicate and eager to please them!” “Some men like hard and rough, some men are soft and delicate, some men don’t differentiate based on sex or gender. It’s the personality that ultimately pulls them in,” I reply. I could throw a dig at her about how she is neither soft nor delicate, but I am trying to behave myself.

I went back to my office, lowering myself to the seat, and I opened the laptop in front of me, going through all the mail I had. Some alpha had begun to send their replies, and most of them were positive replies, while some were still stuck in their misogynistic ways and refused to come to the fact that a female had become the alpha and may be their partner. But that was fine for me; I wasn’t ready to work with anyone whose values don’t align with mine. We have to at least be on the same page to form meaningful relationships. Some of the alphas have requested physical meetings to discuss more of the opportunity, and I had penciled down a time I would be free to make such rounds.

Ashley took the courage to step onto the platform and went closer to the two women who Ashton had rejected just now. Flora chuckled awkwardly and leaned to her side, whispering to her ear about something and Ashley instantly gasped. "You used the Golden Ratio scale number to choose your models?" Ashley unconsciously asked that aloud and Ashton still had his eyes on her, focused sharply without fail. "Yes. I did," he replied with an unwavering voice. "Only those who score at least seventy per cent accuracy on the scale number would be accepted in my company," he added. "Did you do this to the male models as well?" Ashley asked more with dissatisfaction flared in her eyes. She felt that it was

Fifty nine cheered, bumping her shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked, a small frown on my face. “It means you’ll get picked first,” she shrugged. “And I’ll stay here a long time. Twelve might even leave before me.” The table got quiet, the three of us sitting in the uncomfortable silence of the truth. They ranked us based on our physical appearance. The color yellow was considered the least attractive bunch, the pink were of average and the white were considered the most beautiful. Every girl with a white dress shared similar features. Blonde hair, blue eyes, defined body carved with strict dieting, 5’5 to 5’8 height.

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

“Even if you really like a guy?” “Yes, even if I really like a guy.” “Why?” “Because then I would look easy.” “Easy for who? Easy to what?” “Easy. To. Get,” Kate said, enunciating each word because it exhausted her to explain girl stuff. “Look, don’t ask me to elaborate on this but girls are the most attractive when they look mysterious and out of reach.” “But I thought you said you want the guys to ask you.” “That’s right.” “And you plan to accomplish that by being aloof and cold?”

I kept typing, slow and calm— [I do. [I also know Heidi will never love me.] [But here's the funny part.] [She'll never truly love Andy either.] [What she loves is the idea of some pure, helpless golden-boy lead who always needs saving.] [And if Andy ever stops fitting that role—] I paused, watching her pupils tighten, then finished typing— [Do you think she'd still choose him?]

“Look, you’re like a solid nine, maybe higher and I’m probably a three on a good day. Guys like you don’t usually go for girls like me. Makes a person wonder.” He stared at her for a long beat, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “Nine and a three… I’m not following.” She laughed despite herself. God, he was refreshing. “On a scale of one to ten. You’re gorgeous. I’m… average. At best.” Understanding dawned on his face, and his expression softened. “Elara, you’re a ten. Easily. I’ve been around forty years and never met a woman who hit me like you do. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you.”