Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

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?"

Jason does more of smirking than giving a warm smile and when he smiles, girls would not hesitate to drop their panties for him. Jason has got a deep dimple on one cheek but the guy on tv has got none. Jason is sexily bossy, stupidly arrogant, full of himself, walks in pride and always furious at anyone and everyone and yeah, he fires his employees like it's his daily routine. The simple word use for a guy like Jason is 'bad guy'. But you see the guy on tv, he looks like a real good guy, smiling kindly at everyone the way my ex Matt does. I sighed softly and relaxed my back on the couch. The guy on the tv has taken my mind to Jason. I still don't understand what happened back in his room. Th

I froze,my heart slamming against my chest painfully as shame washed over me. “I…you didn't have to say that.” I croaked,my voice betraying the tears I was keeping at bay. “I've been working out like you asked me to…and I don't even eat as much ice cream as you think.” “Bullshit,” he countered,then slapped his laptop shut and placed it on the nightstand. “I mean,you could be considered cute…” he continued, leaning back against the headboard as he watched me. “But Maze,have you seen what most women look like? They are so much more than cute. Men don't want cute….they want hot.”

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.

“What’s a guy got to do to get one of those?” I set the now empty bowl onto the counter and leaned back against the ledge. “Not get on a girl’s nerves, that’s what.” “Ouch, that one hurt.” He placed his unbroken hand against his chest and pouted. At one point I would have found a guy like Edward cute. The thought was mildly disturbing. “Somehow I don’t believe that.”

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.

“Sorry to tell you, but the only guys you’re going to get are gay ones.” He smiled, sheepishly and shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. There are guys who are gay, but don’t feel the need to advertise, then there are guys that want the whole world to know. With them, everything tends to be about being gay and that’s not the kind of relationship I’m interested in.” Emma considered that and nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” She smiled. “But you have to admit he’s cute.” “Oh, yes,” Caleb replied. “Very cute.”

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.

He laughed louder. “Oh, my girl is embarrassed. Why? Is he cute?” Mr. Joe Anderson wasn't cute. He was macho. A bloody stud. Dominating. Intense. Anything but cute. Then again, I'm not gonna discuss him with Dad. He's my holy secret. So the only guy left to talk about is Nathan. “He's…somewhat cute,” I shrugged. I mean, Nathan is, honestly. He's also hot. I just hate how smug he feels about it.