Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

I took off my punching gloves and shoved them on the ground. A small laugh exited his mouth. I watched in awe as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he laughed. His white set of teeth came into view and for a moment I felt ashamed to call myself a girl. His teeth were spotless as compared to mine. Even his breath reeked of apples and strawberries. Gena was right, Emilio Laurel was perfect. I now understand why girls flock all over him. "Miss Hammond-should I call you Miss Creep?" His voice yanked me from my unusual staring.

I looked at the guy and he's good looking, hot, sexy, I know he's rich since he knows dad. I smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Emily." He smiled back. Woah! I think I'm gonna melt with that smile.

I could listen to his laugh for an eternity, it always makes me feel like smiling too. He frowns at me, but I know it’s not a real frown, it’s an, “I think you’re a funny drunk,” frown and it makes him cuter. Is my boss cute? I guess he can be when he looks like that. God, that makes me feel sad. Why does he have to be so cute? “Emma? What is it?” he frowns at me some more, moving close; I guess my sad face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to eradicate the object of my sadness and the frown on my face turns to gentle accusation.

All I could see was moving pictures of humans and animals. I sighed and was about to go up to my room when I saw a guy with gray eyes make an appearance in the video. He was tall with soft lashes, dark hair, pink lips and six packs that could blind a girl. I brought my head foward to the tv, my eyes wide to get a clearer view of the guy. He looked so much like Jason, but when he smiled, he didn't look so much like him anymore. Jason does more of smirking than giving a warm smile and when he smiles, girls would not hesitate to drop their panties for him.

EMILY "Hello Emily." He said as his eyes roam my whole face and body. I couldn't help but gape at this guy standing in front of me. He was wearing a black leather jacket that was worn on top of his tight black t-shirts. His jeans tightened around his hips as he stood. I raise my eyes back to his face that holds a well defined jaws and perfectly lined eyebrows, the straight nose sitting at its rightful place and his lips.. so full and pink. All those handsome features were placed on the wrong guy. He was like a.. a sexy god, but I hate this god's gut standing in front of me.

He protested and I can’t help but laugh at his childishness. “So?” I asked. “You think I eat burgers like a kid as well?” I asked chuckling. He pouted even more. “Still!” He beamed and I covered my ears pretending to not hear him. “Tss!” He grunted and I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, my gosh! I have never even thought of how adorable cute guys are because they’re not my style but Knight is a little too cute to not find adorable. I dated a guy named Barkley Mariano once and I get pissed when he acts so cutesy on me. Maybe that’s why we only lasted for three weeks, because he was pissed that his cutesy tricks aren’t working on me.

“Is he cute at least?” I reached for my shot, guzzling the liquid down my throat and washing away the burn of it with my saliva. “Oh, I got you, girl. He’s tanned, blonde hair, has nice teeth—you can’t go wrong with nice teeth-he’s like if Chad Michael Murray had a baby with Jacob Elordi”, Lucy explained. Okay that was less cute, more fucking hot. “That hot?” “That hot”, Molly affirmed, “He’s tall too” “Shit, six o’clock”

Finally, I gave in and spoke. "Fine! Stop it" I laughed, catching my breath. "We are almost there!" He smirked at me. "Well, I'm not gonna get out of the car." I brought my game back on. "Again I have my ways!" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. God, he was so cute and hot. How can a person be both cute and hot? I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wouldn't," I knew exactly what he meant. He was such a caveman sometimes.

Such a joy killer! I shut her up immediately and offered my mystery man a warm smile, ignoring his earlier warning. He has this boyish cuteness that always gets to my head, and to crown it all, he is a man in uniform. Gosh, I’ve always loved my man to be in uniform, like a soldier or something. This guy looks even more cute than my dear of a dream man in uniform. His abs and chest are so evident in his uniform, with his dirty blond hair combed and styled neatly to make him look like a movie star or model. “Who are you, soldier, and how did you get to be so fucking cute?” I asked him, my face full of smiles as I blushed so hard that I’m sure I look like a fucking clown right now.

Emilio gloatily smiled. "And what makes you think I was observing you?" I shot back, eager to hide my embarrassment. Emilio laughed, "I literally caught you gawking at me. I am handsome actually so I understand how smitten you are by me" he cockily responded. I gasped, "You are so full of yourself!" He really was. So proud. "You can be full of me too" Emilio winked seductively. It only took a second for what it meant to click within me.