Novel & Cerita 1 10 Female Attractiveness Scale

The entitled elite women in the world only had their bodies to entice the opposite other and never brought more to the relationship. “First off, Susan is not my pet, but my woman. She and many others are worthy to be my women as they bring more to the table than just their looks. If she was plain or mediocre, I would still love her as she has the three things a man looks for in a woman. First, your appearance gets our attention. Second is your personality, which keeps our attention, and third is the most important, your character, making us fall in love with you. You are at a dead end if you lack any of these three traits.” Blake explained as he looked at Lucy with contempt.

For him , Girls were insipid and shallow creatures Taapur stared continuously at him . Abhimanyu possessed all the ideal male attributes of a man -- , broad shoulders , a firm waist , hard chest , toned muscles with caramel skin . Most importantly , he had an absolute handsome face and most darkest deepest black eyes that compliment his overdominating personality . Overall , He was the prime example of Alpha males . Abhimanyu was the Supreme example of Handsome face and masculinity Do you need anything for your study ? ... ,, Abhimanyu broke the trances of her

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

Constance laughed. Back in high school, we were eight best friends. Autumn was our leader as you might already know. The classification of beauty went as so: Autumn, me, Meredith, Mercy, Gaia, Debbie, Constance, and Leah. Then the classification of most sexually attractive: Autumn, Meredith, Mercy, me, Leah, Debbie, Gaia, and Constance. And then the classification of most endowed, like the blessed ones as we were told: Meredith (who was the queen since she had everything in extra large) me, (biggest boobs and nailed the hips, though not like Meredith's) Autumn (dealt with behinds more, though not as big as Meredith's or Debbie's. Her moderate boobs and hips made her number three) and Debbie.

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.

Was it bad that I wanted to return to Terialta more than ever? My mate was the most attractive man I had ever seen. He was tall, broad shouldered and tan. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of black shorts. I ogled over his bare torso, his perfect six pack and toned arms. He had muscles, damn good ones too. But covering his body were scars; battle scars. He was a fighter.

“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.”

The sexual tension that was currently brimming betwixt these two people — the devil and the angel as they stared at each other — was so strong that everyone in the room could hear it crackling like a log of wood burning in a campfire. ‘Scientific studies have shown that one of the most attractive features to humans is symmetry, especially in facial features. That explains why most celebrities that are widely considered extremely attractive have nearly perfect symmetrical faces.’ Emerald could vaguely hear the echo of her psychology lecturer's voice as her mind traveled back to the time when her teacher had decided to dwell more on psychological facts about attraction among humans.