Novel & Cerita Cute Vs Hot

she continued excitement showing in her eyes. My forehead knotted. “Hot?” Nathalia rolled her eyes. “He. Is. Hot. Super hot.” “He is not. I'm more manly than that man.” She scoffed. “Oh, please. You're nothing like Hawk. Hawk is kind. Handsome. Muscular. Loving.” “What about me? I'm more desirable than him.”

"That's my demon, Ryn." "Woah, they are cute." I grinned cheekily. "I'm anything but cute. Ewww, maybe Ryl is cute, but me," Ryk said, "I'm dashing," "Mate, I can't be cute because it's a puppy that's cute, but me, I'm a big bad wolf. I need to protect you." Ryl grumbled and shook his head while I laughed out. "Cute is used for females, not me," Ryn said deadpan.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Yeah, they are", I said honestly. "They're not cute, this is not a butterfly, it's not cute," he corrected. "So what is it you wanna hear? huh? hot? sexy? amazing?", I asked. "Are you describing the tattoos or are you describing me?", he asked with a smug smile on his face. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him and still smiled because he wasn't lying about the description part. He was of course everything I just said... including cute! "They're still cute", I said.

"How are you feeling beautiful?" Nate was hands down the cutest, sweetest guy ever. He could of just asked without calling me that, but he chose to anyway. He always knew how to make my whole body tingle. I felt so special. "I'm good, I feel exhausted though" I replied on a yawn. "I know" he said. "What about this" He stalked off towards the bathroom, as soon as I heard water running I knew what he was doing. He was running me a scorching hot bubble bath, just how I liked it.

"Hmp! At least, I don't look like a sulking baby." My eyes narrowed. Okay, we are going to argue for sure. "At least, a sulking baby is cute!" "No, no. It's not cute at all." "So, you are saying that babies are not cute? Man, they are the cutest thing in the whole world." "Nope." he popped the 'p' in his word. "Babies are not the cutest in the world, puppies are." "Excuse me?! A Saint Bernard puppy is not cute!"

It had a small glass coffee table and the new dark brown rag we bought from the 50% off last month. “I’m just glad that you’re trying to give back some colors to your boring life. He moved on, Are. Now, it’s your turn. He’s not the only hot guy in the world. Your ex-husband is an asshole.” She smiled, this time it wasn’t sympathetic like every time she found me crying on this couch. But Kat didn’t know some important details about my ex. “So, should I consider dating one of those hot guys?” I smiled back. “If they’re hotter than Ed Skrein, then yes. It’s time to make that drier than oregano vagina wet.”

he frowned and sent me a confused look. “What the hell is the difference?” he cried in disbelief, I laughed at his confused face and smirked. “It means you’re hot, handsome and cute, all at the same time.” I tugged on his hair and bit my lip when I looked down at his bare chest; he looked god damn near edible. He pouted when I called him cute, but failed to hide his lustful smirk when I bit my lip and blatantly checked him out. He leaned down and brushed my ear with his lips which sent a shudder down my body, “Well my little mate, I think you’re beautiful, gorgeous, sexy and cute. At all times.” He whispered in my ear, his warm breath made my eyes roll with pleasure.

I asked while shoving my English textbook in and taking out History. “I don’t turn eighteen until next month. It’s totally within the scope of the law.” He was grinning like a fool and I couldn’t help but smile. We started walking towards the next class that we had together. “I’m telling you this girl is hot. Like she-pushed-Susan-off-the-hotness-chart hot.” “Oh yeah? Does she have big boobs? Is that what makes her so hot?” Everyone knew that Dante’s description of a hot girl was one whose breasts were like soccer balls. Luke snickered and patted Dante’s shoulders.

Gadreel glared at her, the expression, not as menacing, nor intimidating as it should have been, but rather, a bit…endearing, and dare she say it, cute? “Cute?” He questioned, looking a bit displeased by her choice of words. “Yep,” She said, popping the p, and then, her expression turned more serious, and a little hesitant. “And hot,” She admitted. Gadreel looked taken aback, but his shock quickly gave way to a smug look. “Oh,” He said, the corners of his lips, turning upwards, into a smirk. “You think I’m hot?” He asked, leaning forward.