Cute Vs Hot Novels & Stories

She cried like a small kid. I smiled. " You're cute, Anu." "Haye.. really ?" She asked, getting happy. "No, I was just kidding." I joked again. I know she must be frowning right now. "I'll kill you." She roared and I giggled. "You're really cute, my baby."

His style shouts restrain, but that brings up the wildness in his eyes even more, giving off a dangerous feeling of a fragile piece of clothing barely containing a fearful beast. However, doesn't have the dominating power behind his soulful eyes, her prude style only comes off as dull and boring. Now I can have some fun. "I'm sure to Alpha Damon, hot is defined as a tight hair bun." I curve my lips and Lola hisses at me. But she wouldn't cross the line, not with her dear Alpha next to her. "But how do you know he doesn't prefer slutty over hot though?" I continue, sitting down on his other side before landing my chin on his bicep lightly to let him feel my throat vibrating when I talk.

"Being hot and being the hottest man alive is almost the same thing." "No way. The hottest man alive would be hot in terms of his career, appearance, and figure. You, on the other hand..." Felicity took a good look at Vermont's face and froze. Even though she did not like the stinky cucumber's lifestyle, Vermont was not that bad in the three aspects she mentioned. Vermont squinted his eyes and squeezed her ankles as he sat on the carpet flooring. He looked up at Felicity from top to bottom, smiled, and confidently asked, "Am I not hot enough?"

In a three-second appraisal, he instantly clicked that I was incapable. “Cute is sexy… Cute is Hot… I like that you’re cute. Fiery, stubborn, reckless, annoying, and cute. You’re pretty… but your cuteness is next level. It’s in everything you do, say… how you move…. Even when you’re mad…. I wanted to pick you up, squeeze and protect you.” Kaelin really isn’t selling me on this.

Why do I like his caring nature more than his hotness? I think I am slowly connecting myself… That thought scares me now. I can’t possibly invest in him emotionally ever again. I got out of the trees too and looked at myself. I was okay, but that feeling of his smile feels much better than his smirk. His kiss on my forehead is cuter than his bite on my neck and his hands around me as a protective cover are hotter than them roaming on my body. Why? I shrugged my thoughts. I will get over it, whatever I am feeling right now, very soon.

“That’s not something you need to be embarrassed about. At your age, being a virg—” “Hey, hey, hey! What are you talking about?! Not having done it in college is embarrassing! What does that say about my hotness level?!” “What a superficial sense of value..” Charlotte sighs out of annoyance. “Hotness level? Sounds like something a slut would say.” I sigh out of boredom, though. “You said it again! I can’t believe I’m being called a slut! You’re such a creep. Freak!” Zoe moans in frustration as she looks at me through teary eyes.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

Is he telling me this so that they can hear or is he telling me this because he wants me to know? I just want to get out of here with my diamonds. The sweat runs down between my breasts. “It’s so fucking hot,” I whisper in annoyance. “I can’t handle this shit.” He raises his eyebrow sexily. “Who are you kidding? You invented hot.” I smirk and drop my head as my heart flutters in my chest. Stop it. Stop being so damn likable, asshole. Our turn finally comes, and Stace takes the reins and hands over both of our passports. “How many ships have you done in the last few days?” he asks as a distraction.

"Hot, just like him." A blush works its way onto my face. I try my hard not to focus on the girls, but they are right: Isaac is hotter than hell, and if that blonde is going to ask him out, I'm in trouble. She is pretty, short, and cute, and not like me.

'Mmm hmm', she softly hums, lowering her gaze demurely as she caught a pair of eyes, piercing and passionate, staring at her flushed face. His touch felt like some caramel melting in the mouth, you crave, you savour the delight, the sweetness ever so addicting however toxic for diabetics, the taste's still alluring, similar is his arousing and lascivious seduction, perhaps an innocent one. But, the blaze in his chocolate orbs portrays a deep rooted hunger, an ardent carnal lust to claim her, his forever.