Emo Guy Cute Novels & Stories

Those men were angry their ego got hurt for being beaten and that too neither they could get money nor her. She yelped in pain her body felt weak and numb. Suddenly someone gave a punch right in the man's jaw and the guy fell on the ground groaning. Her eyes flickered over the person who is the reason of the man's pain. Even though she saw him just twice he had features which couldn't be forgotten easily. She doesn't even know his name. It was Tristan. His eyes were Blood red with rage, he balled up his fists so that his knuckles turned white and bisceps flexed. He's scary, that demeanor of him resembled to that of a hungry demon who wanted to capture it's pray.

I stopped and took a deep breath to calm myself before looking up at the stupid face who is having so much fun bullying a girl in the hallway without a single ounce of shame. My mouth practically hit the floor because he wasn't a stupid face at all when my eyes beheld his face. On the contrary, he has pretty eyes, chiseled cheeks and teeth so white that, he could pass an audition to model for Colgate without breaking a sweat. And those side dimples are like that of an angel and I can totally die for it right now. Who the heck is this guy?

Both of us say at the same time as I place my hands on my knees to catch my breath from all that running. "You guys are an hour late," Cory says and runs a hand through his dark hair in frustration. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to my all-time crush, Cory Simpson. Not just my crush, he's every girl's but I got privileged to be noticed by him, but there's that stupid word called friend zone he decides to put me in. Cory's half Asian half American which makes him all the more wanted by hormonal teenage girls. Is it just me or Asian guys who are exceptionally hot? I can feel my cheeks heating up from his mere gaze. He's staring me down and I'm grinning widely at him, ignoring stink

She lunged at me. "You bitch! You must've bribed the police. You were wearing a pad. Stop pretending to be a man!" I had rushed out in such a hurry that I was only wearing an old, ratty t-shirt. With her yanking at me like this, the collar instantly tore open with a huge rip, exposing my chest to everyone. "Dude's got a nice build. Those pecs are pretty big." "Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that."

I smile holding back a chuckle. “ What, you don't think he is hot?” He simply rolls his eyes. “ I know what you are playing at Lucy.” He simply says. This time I chuckle. “Jealousy much,” I comment. My lips turn up into a smirk. We both glance at each other. His look is murderous, making me chuckle once more. I take his hand in mine. “ You look cute when you are jealous.” He frowns, “Men ain't even cute. They are handsome. So I am cute while he gets to be the hot one. I am touched.”

EMBER "Ember, you need to look at yourself more, you need to look at yourself through others eyes.. any guy who is dating you and isn't attracted to you, has to be either gay or asexual. His laugh or sarcastic tone had faded as she looked to her side and found him looking directly at her. She had a look that begged him to kiss her and it was good for her that he was excellent at reading anything she thought once.

As a family, we could behave like idiots, complaining and screwing up, but when it came to outsiders, we had our backs. I took in the guy: a lean, muscular body displayed in shorts and a black T-shirt, features angular, a tan that made his sky-blue eyes stand out even more. even crumpled by the wind, he was still quite tasty. Was I being unfaithful to Matt by thinking that way? Sure, my fiancé was handsome, but he didn't have that masculine energy like Mark did.

Emily murmured, engrossed in the images on the phone. "Come on, Ashley, check out how attractive this guy is," she beckoned me over. I approached and saw a shirtless guy, his abs on full display, looking incredibly alluring. He exuded an undeniable charisma, and I might have drooled a bit. "Oh my goodness, he's so hot," I agreed, unable to deny the evidence. Emily continued scrolling, showcasing more handsome guys, prompting the girls to squeal in excitement as they collectively admired the images. "I wish I could attend the same school as them," one of them sighed.

Frantically checking her appearance, she urgently asked Arabella, "Do I look okay? Is my hair and outfit neat?" Arabella looked down at her phone, vaguely hearing Emily's chattering. "Um," she whispered. Emily blushed, "Did you see that handsome guy looking at me just now? He even smiled at me. I think he likes me, right?" Following her friend's gaze, Arabella looked towards the other side of the gallery. Indeed, the man was quite handsome—tall, muscular, with sharp features resembling a noble carved from marble. Deep blue eyes and black hair swept back from his forehead. He wore a finely tailored suit, showcasing a notable confidence and distinct aura.

It was almost like he was jealous. “A hot date at ten in the morning?” he asked. She shrugged. “I can have a hot date whenever I want.” His green eyes narrowed. “He wouldn’t happen to be about one foot tall, twenty pounds and has a love of drool?” “I can’t help the men I date,” she replied. “And I happen to find short, chubby, mama’s boys adorable. The kisses are out of this world.” Mr. Weathers laughed, making Emma’s stomach tighten with lust. He had a great laugh. It was no wonder that women fell over themselves to sleep with him. He was smart, funny, good looking, and sexy as hell.