Cute Guy Novels & Stories

Hahahahahahaha That's the most funniest thing of all ages, Ugly so called princes after me, Well the last guy is the thirtieth dude that I have rejected, Such a rude and prideful princes they are, Speaking of pride, Mysterious the great killer of all ages. That guy is a merciless killer, It's a good thing that he changed his hair to white, That makes him more handsome... What! What did I say, That boy is really cute but I detest him because he kills for no reason and I hate that. Mysterious and that Rick of a guy are the only two dudes that are not attracted to me by my charming beauty and that is killing me, Rick or mysterious are the only capable dudes that can date me but I am not interes

she called for help. A surge of warmth came down from her shoulder. She looked back to see what it is and was greeted by a guy. He looked just about her age. He was good-looking with a sharp jaw and a high-bridged nose. He was looking at her with a gentle expression. All in all, he was a good-looking and kind person, as Lizzie thought. “Who are you?” She asked. The guy smiled at her warmly and strangely, Lizzie could not feel anything bad towards the man. It was as if they had known each other and they were on good terms. His smile was almost blind so she didn’t think much of it when he answered her.

As soon as she finishes, I smile thanking her kindness. “Tha… thank you, Lu… Luna.” Oh! God, I can’t explain in a rational way, but his stutter is surprisingly charming. It’s cute, I think he’s a beautiful model of a man in front of me, because he’s a tall, strong guy, he should be scary, but his needy boy face is the counter point of his masculine body, viril. He has a sweet and warm look that envelopes you like a comfortable hug and there’s been so long that I don’t know what is to be warm in body and soul.

asked Ada . "The blond guy with styled hair and sparkling baby blue eys on the right wearing the red t-shirt is Jeffery. The most popular and goodlooking guy in our school . He is our classmate and girls love him a lot . It's not just because of his looks , he has a great sense of humour , makes everyone feel special , comforts them when they need . He is caring , kind , handsome , good at acadamics , dance , sports , literally everything and cherry on cake he is super rich even though he never flaunts his riches but he comes to school in a lamborghini . In short he is the perfect guy . " said Jackson . "Ahh i see ." replied Ada.

he replied and we shook hands. Wow! his hand is so soft. "Permit me to say this, you are handsome" I said and he smiled. Wow!, he has a lovely smile too just like my brother's. "Thanks, but you ain't bad also" he replied. "Let's get going now" he added and we both walked to where his car was parked. The guy is extremely cute, everything about him is just moderate, you won't know he is a drug dealer with this cute innocent face of his.

"H-Hello..." Madelyn lifted her gaze and saw a relevantly big-sized guy standing in her way. His hair looked greasy, and Madelyn wondered if it was just the water, or if he had not been washing his hair for days. The guy was about six feet and a little chubby. "Can I help you?" Madelyn asked. The guy snickered while staring at Madelyn with a silly smile. "Heh heh... You're gorgeous! Can you be my girlfriend?" "Hahaha..."

I sat down and waved down the bartender, "Hi, can I please get a glass of whiskey?" "Right away Miss," he said, "I never hear girls ordering whiskey around here," the cute guy said. "I like the strong stuff," I told him. "I can see that," he said chuckling. Cute. "Of course you can," "So do you come here often?" he asked. "Yeah, I do," "Wow, I can't believe I haven't noticed a girl as beautiful as you," "Cheesy much?" I said laughing. "I know right?! I'm Jack and I'm actually gay."

he squeed. I grinned at him, eyes wide, totally taken aback. Flustered, he looked away. “Well, I do. And the Indian boy is cute, too, although I have no idea why he likes that psychotic little Asian girl.” “That’s interesting.” “What’s interesting?” “He’s kind of geeky. The Indian guy. I thought you would have gone for the British DJ with the six-pack.” “Oh, he’s definitely nice… but a little too conventional for my tastes.”

How could there be such an irritating man! He seemed to be in a good mood when he saw them staring at him. He smiled and said, "Are you guys angry already? That's really cute." Sigrid and Eunice were speechless. This was a man's weird guilty pleasure? They were so angry already, yet he called them cute! Cute? In your dreams! "Oh, I forgot to tell you guys my name. I'm Dickson." After he introduced himself, he asked, "You're Sigrid, right? And what about you?"

Finally, I reached a grinning face. The dread eased. Not him. This guy had dark hair, just long enough to curl at the ends, just short enough to avoid complete chaos. His blue eyes gleamed with unadulterated amusement. Huh. Cute. “Thirsty?” He held out a cup of punch, and his lips twitched. Well, cute until the smartass came out to play. “Oh, I get it.” I pushed passed him. “Because of the whole punch bowl thing. You’re funny.”