Highly Suspicious And Unfairly Cute Novels & Stories

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

God. The traitor. Fair. Absolute traitor. Reasonable. Then the other puppies followed. God. One by one. Fair. Without hesitation. Reasonable honestly. Then the man smiled. God. A sad smile. Fair. Not a scary smile. Reasonable. A sad one. God. Then Lily and Ava exchanged looks. Fair. Something felt strange. Reasonable honestly. Not dangerous. God. Just strange. Fair. Then Peanut appeared. Reasonable. Again. God. Of course.

"No really. What do you see, if you didn't know me, what's your first impression?" Juicy munched her cake and squinted. "I see a light skinned guy, with light eyes. Sixteen. Thin build but in shape. Hmmm, dress nice-" "You see a sixteen year old boy." He repeated. "You are a sixteen year old boy, Felix." "You don't see a fag? A queer, a punk, a sissy-" "What the hell?!" She hollered in alarm. "What brought that on?"

Lydia smiled, her eyes lighting up with interest, “And? How was it? Did you like him?” I hesitated, letting out a small laugh, “He’s…interesting. Definitely knows how to make a girl feel special, I’ll give him that. But there’s something about him that feels a little too polished, you know? Like, how can anyone be that perfect?” “You’re suspicious of his charm,” Lydia teased, arching an eyebrow. “Exactly,” I said, pointing at her, “But then again, who isn’t a little suspicious these days? And I don’t even know that much about him.”

he said, he sounded like Susan from earlier and also like Jane, and this raised my suspicion even more. “We all had one master,” he said taking a seat and looking me in the eyes. “Susan is a hypocrite, she talks about a world of women so nobly but she is being funded and supported by men, she is just a little pun in the bigger game,” he said spitefully, he seemed to have a deep hatred for Susan, that calmed me a bit. But it didn't matter, he just said she is just a pun so what if he was working with the higher evils?

“Give us the details. We want tips. I want a rich man too. Who wants to stay glued to a desk all the days of their life? That's miserable.” A chorus of laughter followed, and I smiled sweetly. “There’s really no secret. He’s my best friend. They say marry your friend, right? I just happened to marry mine.” Their gasps were theatrical. “Aww,” one of them said, clasping her hands together. “That’s actually so cute.” “Cute?” Susan echoed, smirking. “No. That’s suspiciously perfect.” I gave her a look. “Trust me, it’s not. He’s infuriating.”

I calmly said again. She seemed sad when I said that and she pouted. Why does she look so cute right now? The way she is acting is like a kid who didn't get what she wanted and now she is trying to buy her way in by acting cute. She is really cute. Wait a fucking minute. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking she is cute? Did this little witch really bewitch me? Am I crazy? Why would I call someone who was part of my death cute?

"I still remember how carefully you held that little fox in your hands. Your eyes were sparkling. You were so beautiful. You didn't realize I liked you back then. You didn't pick up on any of my hints." "I was going crazy, but I didn't dare tell you directly. I just comforted myself, thinking it would work out in time." As he spoke, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I studied him carefully. When he spoke, his eyes sparkled with affection, almost overflowing with love. But why was this happening? I didn't understand. How could he love me and still betray me? Just then, a strange scent wafted toward me—women's perfume with a hint of rosemary. It was the same scent I'd smelled on Nora b

he said worriedly. "I don't like romantic, cheesy f*cks like Mason. I love my man hard, rough, harsh and clueless, and you fit the bill perfectly well. I love it when you are mean and then blow my mind away. I love the way you pretended like you didn't care, yet your heart was always in your mouth. It kept me guessing, and that made me want you. Mason is too soft for me. Trust me. I will be bored. How many avid admirer words do I need to hear before wanting to strangle myself?" I asked, and we both began to laugh. I held Marcus.

Rahman announces, moving from the window to come across the room and help himself to my iced tea. I scowl at him and poke him in the ribs. " He may be closer to the thruth than he realizes." I tell sanjil with a smile. " All artists seem to be crazy to some extent, it shows in different ways. Some cut off their ears, some turn into hermits. And some, like yours truly." I motion at myself. " Choose to show case their art through irregular and unconventional mediums." Rahman snorts. " Codswallop." He announces.