Cute Guy Novelas e Histórias

But the guy is unexpectedly intuitive. “If a dress can help your situation in any way,” He backs one hand with a light bow, “I might have one that suits the lady.” I have no idea who this guy is. He wears his dirty blonde finger-long hair in a messy but cool way, giving a swanking feeling, but his bright smile and genuine eyes make it really hard to judge him in any way. He wears luxurious suits, but somehow he gives the sunny aura of the handsome neighbor that any girl would have a crush on in high school.

She lunged at me. "You bitch! You must've bribed the police. You were wearing a pad. Stop pretending to be a man!" I had rushed out in such a hurry that I was only wearing an old, ratty t-shirt. With her yanking at me like this, the collar instantly tore open with a huge rip, exposing my chest to everyone. "Dude's got a nice build. Those pecs are pretty big." "Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that."

“Unless you prefer me naked?” I shriek. “W-what?!” Deep laughter rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, aren’t you a cute one? So easy to upset...” “Easy to upset?” I’m not sure if I like this guy. There is a darkness in him… “Yeah,” he laughs some more. “But that’s okay. I like girls who blush easily.” I blink repeatedly, unsure if this guy is a hallucination. He is so...weird. Everyone else treats me like a slave, but this guy is messing around and grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat. So damn carefree and mischievous.

I was about to sit when a guy ran past me making my books on the desk to fall. "Hey!!." I half yelled. I turned to see the guy is already gone. Geez!. Some people can just be stupid!. I sighed and knelt down to pick up my books. "May I help you?." A voice says. "Huh??." I looked up to see it's a guy with blonde hair hearing a black hat. He squats next to me and faced me, damn!. He is so so so cute, he smiled at me and that revealed his dimples at both cheeks, his lips are really pink.

That small, harmless contact kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Am I seriously catching feelings? For real? Well… who wouldn’t? He was charming, polite, soft-spoken. The kind of guy who actually lets you share his umbrella instead of ignoring you in the rain. That already makes him ten times better than most men I know. And he’s good-looking, too—Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The perfect embodiment of TDH. Plus, his curly hair? That curly-fringed cut he had? Very few guys could pull that off, but he did—effortlessly. A true Island Boy. Sun-kissed skin, relaxed vibe, and just the right amount of mystery.

“Quoting Shakespere the second you walk in the door. Ambitious. You let them see how smart you are, they might just give you a job here.” She turns to Eddy, thinking that he said it, but he is looking past her. Besides, the voice came from somewhere behind her. Turning in that direction, she finds a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He has a back pack slung loosely over his shoulder and his uniform jacket hangs open, with his shirt pulled loose from his pants. He smirks at her and it takes everything inside of her not to blush. Instead, she gives a casual shrug, deepening her voice an octive or two. “Eh. I could use the extra money.”

Cruz barked, making me almost jump with the fury in his tone. "You can come in, you know," a sweet, young-looking guy with brown hair and a kind smile reassured me. His light brown eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but notice the little mole just above the wrinkle of his smile on his cheek. "Despite his fierce voice, he won't bite your head off. You smell really nice, calming even. Maybe if you stand close enough, he'll calm down." With a playful smirk, the guy, whom I no longer deemed as sweet, pushed me towards Cruz's desk.

Jason had finally gotten what he wanted and was as deliriously happy as a mad dog. He posted endless sweet couple photos on social media. Giselle made him look far better than he did in real life. It was a complete contrast to the old days with me, when he would boss me around to take his photos, always stuck in the same stiff, victorious poses. Lately, his photos were filled with silly, relaxed smiles, seemingly influenced by Giselle's cheerful spirit. In each one, he grinned broadly, as if to say, "I've never been happier."

the beautiful man said, his voice deep and seductive like a calm tidal wave. “I'm Cane,” he said extending his frosty hands for me to shake. “Ava,” I said, staring at his frosty hands. “Oh, shit. That's right.” He chuckled and then cleaned his hands on his worn out jacket. “Sorry. Maybe we can leave the hand shaking for another time?” He asked. I chuckled. For such a big and tall man, he was incredibly cute. “It's okay. I can get you some more cake if you want,” goodness, he was handsome.

(Beautiful girl) I look up to my right and freeze. Shit. Fuck me. Standing next to me is perhaps the fittest guy I’ve seen in my entire life—well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but he is athletic, Tall, muscular, tanned, and sporting a panties-dropping smile. My defences are instantly eroded but I try and play it cool. “Yeah, yes please. That would be great,” I say with a little smile. “Wow! That’s a cute accent. Are you from Nice?”