Highly Suspicious And Unfairly Cute Novels & Stories

“But, to tell you the truth, I think he is odd.” Max rolled his eyes, “See? I always--,” “He is too handsome.” Cecilia whispered. “As if, he was come out from the storybook. Porcelain skin, deep blue sea eyes with a hint of gray colour, soft brown hair and--,” “Please, just stop it. If you want to make me jealous, you're failed.” “What I was trying to say is he look inhumanly. If he said that he was a fairy, I will believe it without any objection!”

Doesn’t take shit, gives anyone anytime, don’t mess with her, she’s never calm with her words or anything. Well this guy is not really messing with her but still she don’t just always go the chilly calm way; suspicious, so suspicious. I scrunched a suspicious look starring at her, slowly sipping my champagne. I watched the guy took the opposite sit, sitting across me. Gawd! Now I’m gonna have to fake a smile at him! This guy is so ugly, I mean he’s hot and good looking originally, but ugly to me. His big stupid nose staring at me, his pink smeared lips talking to my boss. How dare them!

I felt bad for him and hoped I could convince Greg otherwise. A few minutes later, Greg and his team walked out of the store and I sighed in relief, hoping that nobody had been hurt in the process. I felt bad for Melody because she had trusted me and I brought a whole team to traumatise her sister's customers. Greg got into the car and sat directly beside me. "What did you get?" I didn't waste any time before asking. He passed me a mini tablet and waited for my reaction as I watched the ten second clip. Amy had truly been in the shop with a blonde and it wasn't just any blonde, it was none other than Mira.

She said maliciously. Everybody laughed including the man himself. His eyes glittered with the promise that she looked away. "Oh, you lovebirds!" Mario the designer cooed. "To be young and in love." He pulled Agnes up and twirled her around. "Your figure is really good. Though you're curvy in the right places," He winked at Chris naughtily. The designer walked all around her and said thoughtfully "Your color is very good but I would prefer you in green than blue. Don't you agree with me Mr. Duvier?"

She is indeed my hero. As we have been watching a suspense-thriller-themed movie in Eve's domain while eating popcorn, we just can't help but voice out our predictions for the upcoming scenes or plot of the movie, and we just have almost the same thoughts. Damn, she's a freak like me. I have found my soulmate. No, not a soulmate that... Like, mates in werewolves or vampires but... We have the same interests. That's it. That's the term. Then, we watched one last movie before I will go home since it's getting late in the afternoon and my parents will be home from work any minute by now.

I shake my head with a sigh, those guys are clearly more interested in Cynamon than her cakes, but she is too sweet to even notice. “Hey you two ... haven’t you noticed the lady has a bun in the oven ? Do you really think she had any interest in the petit fours you have to offer ?” I walk over offering them a sugary smile. “We were just being friendly”. One of them says. “Looking at her pretty cupcakes”. I roll my eyes. “Oh I saw which cupcakes you were staring at ... get lost”. He makes a face and they scuttle off but I hear him say. “Too bad when the pretty ones turn out to be angry lesbos”.

Iris grew much more cheerful. Smiles slowly returned to her face. She was simply too popular. Not only was she beautiful—her personality was magnetic. Before long, that guy from the baking club started paying her attention. The two of them got all cozy, laughing and talking like no one else existed. … I'm an overthinker. Sensitive. I'd spiral from one careless comment and lie awake all night. Incubi face a lot of discrimination from humans—our true forms can look… unsettling. It makes us deeply insecure around the ones we love.

She turned to me suspiciously. "Judging by that reaction..." she said slowly. "I doubt this man is...very hot." I tried to hold back my laughter and shrugged innocently. "Let’s just say," I began, "he's got a big belly, probably picks his nose and eats it, and has never met a shirt that fits right." She immediately groaned and covered her face. "Ew! Why would you recommend someone like that to me?! I said I wanted someone sharp and deadly, like a knife, not—ugh!" She couldn’t even finish her sentence, gagging at the thought.

he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am . sad right but am used to it anyways . He was the one, holding me ,from falling I was Surprise ,by his kindness and Struck by his dazzling cuteness even without seeing his full face that I kept staring at him maybe to steal some cuteness for my self. how could the creator bless a man with so much cuteness yet give me who happens to be a girl ,this ugly face .really, I thought girls were cuter than boys but today I found out that ,that was a big fat lie

Suzie only appreciated his amazing face. However, seeing the man completely awake was several times more impactful than seeing him unconscious. The man sitting on the bed looked so beautiful yet fragile. The air around him was gentle, soft, and warm. The yellow light from the lamp was like golden fairy dust- making the scene as if it comes from a fairy tale. Suzie was suddenly reminded of her high school classmates' definition of their crush- 'he was like a prince that came out of a fairy tale'- such a cringe description was unbelievable and only children who love fairy tales believed that kind of thing.