Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

What the fuck did I ever see in this guy? I look him over wrinkling my nose in revulsion as I take in his appearance with new eyes. Mitchell is 5’9” with skin so white it’s like the printer ran out of ink. It’s like his flesh is begging for sunlight. He has mousey brown hair with that early 2000s emo style to it, compared to the slicked-back hair he used to sport. He used to be physically fit, not muscular, but lean. But a year of playing video games and scarfing down pizza and beer has done him no favours. He’s got a tiny gut now, which doesn’t bother me. He has lost some weight in recent months, which I can assume was to impress Julie. I used to love this guy, I really did, but now the ver

The stereotypes that blondes are some kind of air heads have never been funny to me, and I won't start laughing about them now. His smile drops so fast, I nearly chuckle, and a shameful look coats his face, turning his cheeks red. He’s really cute. It seems all the players of England Egos are attractive men, and when I observe him a little—hm, he might be gay, or bi? But he's definitely not straight. I'm a hundred percent sure of that. "Ah, I'm sorry for saying that. I'm a little—uh, out of it right now. Please don't take it up against me." He replies earnestly.

All the people cheered ‘chug’ as they watched him finish up the whole keg which I think was impossible. “Pick your man,” Emma whispered to me as she clapped her hands together. “I can’t,” I sheepishly responded. “Why?” “Because I can’t pick.” I joked and she nudged me lightly on my ribs. When the guys finished chugging the liquor inside the keg, the guys placed him down as he wiped the edges of his mouth with the back of his hand. They raised their fists in the air as everyone’s cheers dominated the music that was now subsiding. But there was only one guy that really attracted me the most: it was the one with dark, buzz-cut hair. Aside from his beautiful gray eyes that were illuminated by th

He looked ferocious. Emmett wasn't kidding when he told me to take cover, I'd taken what he said as a joke till he'd ripped out of his human skin, the sound of his crunching bones, the way he grunted, and the shredding of the jeans he had on had recoiled in my head, hitting me right in my nerve endings. I'm not surprised how the asshole emanated so much heat and charisma, the way powerful and confident men often had. His attractive features helped too.

he added. “Stop it, I do not. I’m not skinny,” Emma objected. “Honey, I’m the man here. I’m telling you that any man would like to drag you off to a cave. Men don’t want skinny, they want curves, not angles,” he told her. “Simon, you’re gay. What do you know?” Emma teased. “I have straight friends, I can do the macho, macho man thing,” he said, and pretended to be hurt.

Gosh! It feels amazing, and he is by far the cutest guy I’ve ever met. But then again, it is not just about his looks, but also about his character and how he carries himself like a true king. He is the perfect blend of attractiveness, charm, and kindness, making him undeniably cute and irresistible to those around him, especially me.

Gracie bumped into some… person. She touched her chest and moved back cause of the force. “Sorry.” She still muttered nonetheless the pain. While Emma was getting ready to snap at the unfortunate person. Who turned out to be one of the cutest guy she had ever seen. She just stood frozen. The guy was tall, just too handsome for her, fair. He had curly blonde hair and sexy faded green eyes. Thick jaw line and high nose bridge. The fact that he was chewing a gum made her almost pass out.

He smirked, " I love e'm busty." In that moment I swear my mum's eyes almost bulged out. The nerve of this guy. "Trust me, if I wanted to seduce, you wouldn't come anywhere close. And for the record my name is Emmy not Em." "Who cares?" He replied obviously bored by our little outburst. "That's not how to treat a gentleman man." My mum trying hard not to laugh and she was failing miserable at it. "You're unbelievable mum, you just saw him check me out."

I slapped his arm playfully, “You know you’re really cute.” He rolled his eyes as he looked at me, “See?” “See what?” “You’re saying I’m cute, would you say the same thing about Emilio?” “...” My thoughts paused for a moment, “Well,” We kept walking as I gave it some thought, “The vibe is definitely different.” “See!” He frowned, “He has a cool vibe to him. Like he knows what he’s doing!” “Aww,” I poked his cheek, “Don’t worry, adorable men are quite in demand.” I teased him and he just rolled his eyes in return.

She gave Antonio a long side glance, and thought of how perfect he would have been if he wasn't such a spoiled brat and incredible jerk. His nearly carved beard and jawline was the most perfect combo, his Adam's apple made him look even sexier as they moved each time he chuckled at the questions thrown at him by his grandmother and his dimple deepened alongside. His thick brows and eyebrows made him incredibly attractive and his blue eyes gave him an angelic look.