Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

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.

he asked while still touching his own face. I looked at his face and touched his cheek. Animo carefully checks if there is dirt there. Later I squeezed his cheek. "No dirt." I let it go. "Hey, why are they looking at me?" He even taught himself that's why I want to laugh at his appearance. 'My boyfriend is cute. Este is handsome!' I smiled. "My boyfriend is so handsome that they can't help but look at you. You look like Ji Chang Wook of Korea." "Really? Hey, that's handsome!"

Even in everyday attire, he looked like someone who gave a shit. With his acne gone and his weird, patchy stubble shaved off, he looked put together. Like I said, he's not the cutest guy ever, but he's Jonathan, he's a really good dude, and I found myself liking even the parts of him that I would call "not cute". Ugh, that description sucks, but, like...

''You're becoming a man,'' I refer to his stubble. He chuckles immediately, winking. Honestly, Elliot is an undeniably attractive young man. He may be younger than Elis and Elia but he looks matured; making him appeal much more older than his age. Yet, it makes him look better. He can win anyone's heart just by looking at them but he never seem to be more than just a close friend to me.

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.

Copper colored hair that was almost always in an effortless mess of curls, he beheld the most intense brown eyes and the most dazzling of smiles. His fit physique came forth all the more in his tailor made suits that accentuated every single one of his best features, including his average muscular form and his 6"1 height that towered over not only Selene who stood beside him but also myself. I could not remember a time that I had not longed to be the center of his attention. He fascinated me, fed the part of me that longed for love and happily ever after. To say I had struggled to squash my crush would be an understatement, especially after we hit our teens and Emilio became the quintessenti

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

"She reminded me of a certain someone who used to love hello kitty umbrellas." For the first time in a long time, I was speechless. This man... "So no, I'm not a pedophile." He grins while trying to hug me back, which was a little hard because he's sitting on a chair with his legs in a tail propped on another chair. "I'm just someone who had and who will always love you, Cobie Emerson." I felt tears brimming on my eyes. This man, I swear, is something. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever told me." I murmured silently, "And that says a lot because you are really sappy."

He barely showed emotions, even now while he stared at his phone's screen it was hard to tell whether he was watching a funny video, a business proposal or texts from his girlfriend. Ofcourse he had a girlfriend that much I had figured. A man with broad shoulders like those, a good blend of green-bluish eyes, black lush hair like that, and that stubble. A perfect definition of every woman's dream guy. Every woman but me. These types of guys were arrogant, heartbreakers, playboys, had egos the size of their heads and the most important of all they were dead right gorgeous and they knew it, and this acted like a motivating factor for them to act like asses to ladies. "Isn't it rude to stare?"

This man is such a goof when he wants to be, and it’s so in contrast with his serious and calm personality that it cheers me up. “No,” I tease, “I’m still suspicious of you.” He sends another cute emoji and I giggle under my breath. “Pretty please?” “Fine,” I type at last, smiling as I get the words out. “But it’s on you.” “Of course it’s on me,” he replies fast. “As long as I’m alive, my lady would not spend a dime.”