Cute Vs Hot Novels & Stories

I looked at him dumbly. "You're firing him because of this? It's not a big deal." "You call some other man cute and it's not a big deal?" He scoffed angrily. "Aww! Are you jealous? You want me to call you cute?" I cooed at him in a baby voice which, judging his expressions, had offended him. "I am not cute. Hot? Yeah." He arrogantly stated. "Well, that is what I had said earlier. I called him cute and you, hot." I reasoned with him.

Cute? "What cute? Am I, the hottest and most popular boy of Newyork cute to you?" He asked faking hurt and pouted so cutely that i wanted to pull his cheeks but refrained myself from embarrassing more. I bit my lower lip and smiled, "yeah you are cute to me." "You are seriously something Nora," he chuckled and then added, "you are cute too. Actually, you are very cute my kitten." "I mean you are hot and sexy too, but you are cute too like you care about me...." I tried to explain him blushing profusely.

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

"The dress is perfect. You're goddamn gorgeous and hot. Simple, yet elegant. Light makeup, but it highlights your beauty in the best way." I laugh because of the the last word. "Hot?" He grins at me before moving his eyebrows up and down. It's meant to tease me, I know. "Yes, hot. Very hot. It hugs your curves perfectly. I might need to buy a pack of condoms later." His unexpected and last remark made my cheeks flush. They feel like hot balloons and they're about to burst.

“They don’t?” “Nuh-uh. Well… I guess it depends on who’s calling them that. If a guy around the same height as me tells me I’m cute, that’s fine cause I know he means it. But if a tall guy tells me the same thing, I’ll prolly think he’s just being polite.” “Hmm. Thanks for telling me that. I better file that under D. ‘D’ for ‘dating no-no’s’.” “You better.” Kate starts to calm down and thinks that Nathan, all 5 feet and 10 inches of him, definitely deserved the tip.

"Get straight to the point." Why aren't you cute at all? Rita couldn't help complaining. "However, Zion said lightly, ""Cute refers to girls. Do you think it's appropriate to use it on me?""" "Okay, then I'll ask you directly. Why did you suddenly accept Evangeline?" I get touched by her. Can't it be her persistent efforts? Zion said flatly. "However, Rita curled her lips and said, ""You? Even you can be moved? Your heart is made of diamonds, and nothing can see through it. Come on, do you know something?"""

I looked at her blankly. “He’s only just sixteen,” she carried on. “He’s crushed on me since he could walk.” “Right.” I had to ride with a boner and deal with a sixteen year old guy making eyes at my girl. Who said this was a good idea? “Oh, Austin.” She laugeds, grabbing my hands. “Don’t be grumpy. He’s cute.” “Cute?” “As in sweet-cute, not hot-cute.” “Am I cute?” “You’re hot-cute.” She tugged me forward and kissed my cheek. “There is a big, big difference.”

"I thought you listened to all the rumors?" And I could bet my lucky penny, the rumors came with how strikingly good looking Zade was in person. A man who managed to corner you and make your nerves relay synapses in disarray within seconds. "Ofcourse I heard he's hot but you forget these people are the same guys who thought Falcon was hot" Falcon wasn't hot...not to me anyway. A cute bartender but saying he was hot was lying. "Hence my need to ask the one person who'd actually conversed with Zade fucking Cutler"

“Oh~ okay, our cutie Jean, you’re not just cute, but the cutest! Haha~” I held my stomach as I burst out into another laughter again. I think this male lead in front of me doesn’t want to be called cute, and that’s just funny. I mean, I already told him he was very handsome so he must be thinking he was less handsome when I told him he was cute. But that doesn’t make any sense at all, right? I mean, it’s not that bad to be called cute. Well, that might feel different if one doesn’t feel he’s not cute but super handsome, like this male lead in front of me.

We said bye and then we both headed our separate ways. "How can you be buddy buddy, with that hottie?" A girl asked me. I laughed. "hottie? Please, Aaron is just Aaron. I don't see him in the way, all of you do. That's probably why I don't see the hottie in him." "Girl, you need help, that man is fine." Another girl told me. "Yummy." They both left and kept saying how hot he is. Aaron is not just hot, he is extremely sexy.