Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

I pouted at him—I was still in the middle of telling him stories. “You just don’t want to talk to me, huh? I’m really sulking now. Hmp!” I teased. Gelo’s reactions when he’s stressed out are so cute—I love chatting with him. And he’s just plain adorable. He’s like the Filipino version of Cha Eun Woo when he’s well-fed. (*´∇`)ﾉ Maybe I’m craving Gelo.

Imagine what kind of hell I was living. He put one hand in his pocket. I've been fascinated by Edmund's good looks. Not gonna lie. He is one of the most handsome man I've ever met. He's like Ashton Kutcher's twin. Why is the world never fair? I like it when I see all of his hair messy, so tempting my faith is only as big as a corn kernel. I saw his hands were white with a lot of hair and knuckles. Oh, your brain, Em, even I imagine another long, veined object. Emerald pervert!

I can see a couple of new faces sending me friendly smiles then my eyes connect with one of the new guys. He's tall at least 6ft5 he has a good foot on me, he's got broad shoulders and he's all muscle, his tight tee-shirt bulging around his upper arms, he's got dark brown hair, brown eyes, square jawline, his hairs up in a man bun and I can see some tattoos on his arms, I think one of them is an angel, either way, all I know is he is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and I have never been this attracted to any man ever including my second chance mate or even Jay. Shit Emma behave yourself! "Hey, babe let me grab that for you!" I'm pulled away from his eyes by Jay calling out to me and I mentally

I threw that out there in the tone of a moody teenager. Emily laughed at me, clutching hold of my leg to stop her falling off the tree. “Why are you laughing?” I said, genuinely confused by her reaction. “That. Was. So. Cute.” She said in between fits of giggles. “No, Joel is cute, I’m manly and handsome!” I said, part of me joking, and part of me deadly serious. Eventually Emily calmed down. “So you think he’s adorable and cute then?” she asked.

"Did I sound too cocky?" "No, no," I said, trying to hold back laughter. "You're confident, and that's a good thing." "Yeah, because I'm sure no Noah wants to be called pretty. We all men, of course." I liked his humour. The moment he walked through the door, I was drawn to him. He was so tall and so tan. He had a handsome face, the kind of handsome that wasn't boring like my favorite actor Jason Momoa, just a younger, cleaner version, with short dark brown hair, no mustache or beard, emerald green eyes, and a smile that was a little crooked, like a suppressed smirk.

‘I will show you to your table” She said to me as she started walking ahead of me, I try to keep up with her but she seems to be someone who walks fast. “This way,” She says showing me to the private cubicle, I smile at her before heading in. “Emelia!” Lana exclaimed standing up from where she was sitting with her boyfriend. She hugged me briefly before going back to stand next to her boyfriend, The man stretches his hand to greet me and you would think his white shirt would rip from his muscular arms. Tanned skin hazel eyes with shoulder-length hair. He is a god-like man. The man was handsome. No. Handsome is an understatement. He's a god.

Josey said standing and heading to the sink to help her sister with dishes. “Okay, okay, I’ll avoid the guy. But tell me, honestly, is he as dreamy as Agatha says he is?” Emily's giggle brought a giggle out of Josey. “I can definitely say he works out! As far as his looks, he’s not like super handsome or anything. Just, I don't know, average?” Josey said shrugging her shoulders.

he said happily like a kid. "Ohh, who could that be." Primo said with a gigle which made the stranger blush a little. 'Is it normal for guys to be this cute when they giggle? Wait, do guys actually giggle?' he's rumbling in his mind. "You may not believe, but my friend was the top model." Primo was froze in track when he's about to shove the food in his mouth. He look at the person and ask. "Really?" "Yup. Haven't you meet him yet?"

Jessie hummed, still chewing in a very unladylike manner, "So just a plain normal white guy," "With accent." Jasmine said and Jessie paused, her attention had been caught, "Which?" "It's either Italian or Spanish," "What do you mean either? Can you differentiate? And how cute is he?" Jessie, now more focused, wiped her hands on the sides of her pyjama shorts, "He's like Liam Hemsworth cute!" Jasmine bit the inner flesh of her lower lip, "Aaahh!!!" Jessie beamed, "So what is the problem?" "I don't know this guy. What if he's a bad person?"

“He's really handsome.” “Who?!” the other guys asked. “His soulmate.” “Hey!” Emmett widened his eyes. “Shut up.” “What? He's handsome, am I wrong? I know you think the same, judging from how you were drooling over his picture.” “Show us the picture!” “No.” “Hey, come on!” They kept insisting until he unlocked his phone and showed them Tom's post. “Wait!” a guy widened his eyes. “I know this guy. Isn't he a famous model or something?”