Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

I looked into his eyes and said "You are wonderful." The next thing I saw was incredible.Etienne actually blushed,the color rising in his cheek.I quickly kissed his cheek surprising him. "You look cute when you blush." "Cute?"He frowned. "I did not blush Nat.Its hot in here.You can call me hot but not cute."He muttered making a disgusted face. I laughed outrightly.What is with men being embarassed when someone call them cute? "By the way why did you tell my parents about you being my boyfriend?" "Ain't I? "He asked looking at me intensely.

I just needed an answer to my dilemma. "They aren't sexy," I argued. "They are. Imagine me sending you pictures when I'm only in my underwear." I thought about it for a moment and blushed when I realised what he meant. "I didn't mean to arouse you though." He sent that awkward smiling emoji with a sweat on its head. "I like the black ones." "But the other one is so cute, Andre." "Well, the black ones make me want to rip them off of you so, I'd go for them."

Everest in just his trousers. “I’m irresistible, aren’t I?” The smug devil said with the annoying smirk on his sinfully idiotic face. I wanted to bash his entire face in a pink wall paint then and there. It was illegal for him to look handsome even with such an ugly ego. I gave him a dry look in response. “You are,” I started, noting how his eyes lighted up and smirk widened. “Like a cute puppy,” I completed, now smirking at his dumbfounded and offended look.

Instead, I watched him giggling silently. He looked at me and glared jokingly at me. "You know, my heart has been split in two. Telling a player and bad boy that he is cute is like telling that Zayn Malik is gay. (No offense to the fans of Zayn Malik) Cutie, I can only be sexy and gorgeous as hell but not cute", he said and winked at me.

Don't you dare to stare at me with those puppy eyes. George said, "But puppies are so cute and their eyes too. So for me I think I look cute with those puppy eyes. Don't you think so? I know that you can't resist my existence. So you were just a little tensed when Icome near you." Don't puke. Don't puke. I really think why did I say that this guy looks cute before. I asked, "George, don't tell me that you are comparing yourself to a puppy?"

“omg, he’s so hot…” Came the series of giggles and compliments and sure enough, it was Damien Sullivan. Strutting down the scene with a charming smile that spoke of so much confidence. His presence had an immediate effect on the room, his charm effortlessly commanding attention and his sparkling blue eyes gleamed with mischief and purpose.

I wave the book towards his direction, showing him the title. Footsteps come closer to me, and he grabs the chair from the desk, placing it by me. Emilio is as big as his brother, even if he just dresses more casually. Today, he has on some ripped jeans and a navy blue band T shirt, his sneakers shining so bright, the sun could hide from it. I study him closely. “You have a nice piercing?” I blurt out in shock. Most made men were not so liberal. They could think he was a homosexual for just having that.

Their eyes darting from one side of the pool to the other like hunters spotting prey. “Lord have mercy, look at the men over there,” Emma whispered, pressing her straw between painted lips. “Yeah…” Sussy replied in a sultry voice and bit her lips as she stared at a group of shirtless men vibing to the DJ. I followed her gaze. Yeah they are definitely not overreacting. Those men are very handsome and sexy. They all look like body-fit models. Not too much, just the perfect bodies. “I want some of that snack,” Kathy smirked, sipping like a queen.

It didn't feel good spending someone else's money, but Emilio kept insisting that I buy more than one pair for myself. He then holds up a pair of red lacy underwear and holds it up against his body. "Hey, Luke. You think Romero would like me in this?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. I decided to humor him. "Of course, just make sure to tuck your dick really good," I said with a wink. The tall muscular man in front of me suddenly turned red. I realized he wasn't joking; he actually likes Romero. "You like him?" I teased.

He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. “Could say the same for you. Why are you shocked a guy isn’t a dickhead?” I shrugged, I didn’t know. Clearly my taste in men had been terrible up until that point. I don’t think I had ever met anybody like Dimitri. Beautiful, funny, caring and powerful. Yum, yum my type.