He's Just Not That Into You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

pointing to my general plainness. “How many more times do we have to tell you that you’re beautiful? Are you some kind of narcissist?” he smirked. “And yes, you’re pretty, just accept it.” “But to be honest, I don’t think it has something to do with how attractive the girls are, he just wants to bag the new ones.” “So why do you think I can change that?” “Cause you’re not that into him.” “Hmm..” there may be some truth to this.

Why did he keep coming to my stall? Did he really love eating this? "Do you really enjoy hotdogs?" I couldn't resist asking one day. "I don’t particularly love it. Why do you ask?" He took a bite, answering vaguely. "If you don’t love it, why do you come here every day?" Could it be possible that he didn't have enough money to afford a decent meal? But he didn't seem like a broke person. "Because you're here." He took another bite. I didn't catch on to his words. After swallowing, he suddenly leaned closer, looking at me seriously.

“He isn’t capable of falling in love with anyone. He only hooks up with different girls at different times. He has done it over and over everyone knows it by now. The fact that you thought you were special or the one actually capable of changing him is hilarious to me. You? Why? Just what do you think you have that I do not have? Fine, let’s take me out of the equation. What do you think you have the hundreds of girls he has been with do not have? Body? Beauty? Or what exactly do you think your secret charm is?” “And hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying he isn’t interested in you at all. It’s fine if it got to be your turn for a while. I mean, you’re not that bad looking yourself so I get

That was something. “Are you always this cold?” I asked abruptly. “Cold?” He asked with a narrowed look. “Yeah. Sometimes I can’t get through to you.” He laughed, low and soft. It was the kind of laugh that made me blink. “That’s a first,” he said. I then leaned in a little, and lowered my voice. “You could warm up a little, you know. People might actually like you then.” “I’m not interested in being liked.” “Then what are you interested in?”

Thaddeus almost took me home by the time I woke up, and I stopped just before we entered. "This has nothing to do with anyone else, Orion," I said. "I simply don't love you anymore." With that, Thaddeus carried me back to my room, and I shrugged free as I apologized, "I'm sorry. He's going to bear a grudge against you now." However, Thaddeus wrapped his arms firmly around me. "But what if I wanted it so?

Just the letter. Then, he left the room quietly to drop it into the small mailbox labeled Night. His heart thudded the entire way. — At exactly 9 PM, the speaker on the wall chimed to life with a soft ding, followed by the host’s cheerful voice. "It's 9 PM already, and I bet you're all excited to check your mailboxes!" "Since it’s just the first day, and you might not know each other well yet, don’t be discouraged if your box is empty. Finding a partner takes time. So take it slow, have fun, and trust the process!"

The trees felt like they were closing in. “Even if I was into guys,” he continued, voice colder now, sharper, “it wouldn’t be you.” That stung. “Why?” I asked before I could stop myself. He didn’t hesitate. “You’re annoying. And I’m not into guys,” he added firmly. “At all.” I swallowed. My heart felt like it was being squeezed inside my chest. “I didn’t try to kiss you,” I repeated, weaker now. “You wanted to.” “I didn’t.”

"For someone to love him enough to set him free, or to stay with him. The rules are fuzzy on that part." Marcus backed up a step. "That's insane." "Is it?" Juno smiled, but it didn't reach their eyes. "You've touched him, haven't you? Felt how cold he is? That's not circulation problems, Marcus. That's death. Literal, physical death. He's been dead for a century, give or take. And yet here he is, walking around, talking, looking at you like you're the answer to a question he forgot he asked."

What? He leaned in, close enough that I felt his breath. "I like you. I'm going to pursue you." I blinked, then laughed. "Are you always this direct?" He smiled, finally dropping that polite distance. "No. Just with someone I like. And you're the first. I've never dated. Never saw the point—I handled my own emotions fine. But—" He held my gaze. "Then I met you." A beat. "Belinda, sooner or later, you're going to be mine."

something much heavier. “It didn’t matter how much I drank or how pretty the girls were,” he says, glancing sideways at me, “Not one of them held my attention. Not even for a second. And it pissed me off,” he admits, almost like a confession. “Because I don’t chase or get attached to one girl. I don’t do... this.” I arch a brow. “It’s probably because I’m not breaking my back trying to impress you.”