Cheesy Compliments Novels & Stories

anticipating for a good compliment Looks up "I see you' must be waiting for my compliment on your food" "Which is?" "Horrible" "What" I almost screamed "The taste so horrible" "Wha- How? Where?" I stammered "Where? It's in your food" "Sauce or noodles" I asked devastated by his comment "Both! You see, I would have explained the content plus how it should have been prepared and the horrible taste came from but am running late thanks to you again" he explained with a smirk heading for the door. I turned back and met Annie eating the food with smiles on her face.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

he compliment she was mentally dancing on the inside, the world greatest chef just compliment our food "thank you sir" she said with so much excitement "so how did you meet my son," his mother asks sitting down on the couch "he is my brother best friend" she replied politely "you are Ryan Walked sister," his mother asked "you know him" her husband ask her "Why won't I know my son best friend, have talked to him over the phone before" she explained drinking the wine she has brought with her

He stared at me from head to toe , giving me a questioning look. " What are you still doing here ?". Are you kidding me? , my subconscious yelled. " You didn't give me the permission to leave" " Ohhh" he smiled, " now you are behaving like a competent worker" he replied. Is he complimenting me or something? If he is , then it's definitely the worst compliment ever.

"Too cheesy?" I snorted as I tried to disguise my incoming tears of happiness. I hated cheesy but this - this was definitely different and made my heart almost jump out of the ribs. I felt special, something I never had. And yet I nodded, a giddy smile on my face. "Way too cheesy for a bad boy."

' Anna said excitedly. 'Wow, that's nice, you are beginning to use your brains and act like someone who is matured.' The man said. Anna could not tell if the man had just complimented her or insulted her. The words he told her was sounding like like compliment at the beginning and looked like an insult at the end. It waa what she called a complimented insult but still, this was the first time since she started this whole deal with the man that he had ever said something close to a compliment to her and so she smiled.

Kevin is exactly what he promised to be. A best friend. Slightly possessive but very much respectful. He passes me a packet of chips without asking. I take it without thanking him. We’ve already reached that level. “You look good,” he says casually, eyes on his notebook as always, acting it's just a random statement not a compliment. “Thanks,” I reply just as casually. “It’s something called good genes.” “Our kids will be downright blessed, then.” The table erupts in roars and mock jealousy, Liam throws a pack of chips at Kevin and he flips him off.

“But tonight, I want to question them with greasy food and cheesy one-liners.” “Cheesy one-liners and heartburn,” Jace muttered. “Now that’s the dream.” River ordered the pizza, adding a large soda and sour gummies to the list. “Comfort food essentials,” he said. Jace looked over with a crooked brow. “Sour gummies? What are we, twelve?” “Excuse you,” River said with mock offense. “Sour gummies are elite. You’re just uncultured.” “You're unbearable.” “And yet, here I am. Feeding your sad face.”

This was way above our league. We ordered, and while we waited, he kept the jokes coming, each one dumber than the last. “What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?” he asked, his grin wide. I rolled my eyes. “Nacho cheese. Come on, Liam, I’m mourning, not a five-year-old.” “Right, right. My apologies, ma’am. I’ll stick to the sophisticated ones. What did one plate say to the other?” “I have no idea,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Exchanging jokes and reassuring ourselves of love that exist between us. “This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten.” Micheal complimented my cooking, an alluring smile curved his parted lips as he lifted up the spoon to his mouth. I would blushed and chuckled. “I'm such a great chef. I'm even very proud of myself, honey.” We laughed hard together the moment I finished my word. “Each morning I wake up, I usually thank God for giving me my precious Anne.” He said, I glanced at him, before turning it to my food in front of me. “There is nothing I am looking for in a woman I have never seen in her. Nothing!”