Pouty Looks Novels & Stories

Alex Shin’s P.O.V. After I stared at Patrice’s face, I honestly didn’t know if it was a face or a pimple formed by a little face, because his face is full of pimples and acne. I still can’t help but laugh after staring at this four-eyed strawberry’s face, especially now that her forehead is furrowed as she looks at me, wondering why I’m laughing so hard. She even looked at the reflection of her face on his cellphone.

[126. What happened to OakPhet- II] Oak slowly supported his chin on his palm without breaking eye contact with Phet. It's only then, Oak really noticed Phet's attractive doe eyes, his gorgeous light brown eyes holding the magnitude of a black hole inside it, his upper eyelids shaped like a wide stretching curvy hill pointing downward at the outer corner, curling into the most beautiful eye smile ever, his soft brownish black locks falling onto his forehead at the side, partially covering his one eyebrow.

“Looks like you how?” She presses a finger to her cheek. “His face looks like mine. I told him that, and he laughed. His eyes…” Poppy taps her own. “…are like mine. But more… shiny. Blue and green mixed. Like the ocean in the book. His nose is like my nose. His hair is dark. And when he smiles…” she lifts her little shoulders, like this is the sweetest thing in the world, “…he looks like me if I am big and boy version.”

After a lengthy time of silence, I finally speak. I'm not sure if one guy makes things better or worse. I can see the appeal of it all, and Poppy is really stunning. She's tall and thin, with dark tanned skin and bright blue eyes; boys have always fell at her feet, so I can picture some jerk paying for her to hang out with him.

They both offered tight smiles and nodded in my direction. I couldn't tell if it was just my perception, but it seemed like everyone at this school was exceptionally attractive, both guys and girls alike. Peach, in particular, embodied the epitome of perfection. Her flawless golden skin complemented her long, straight auburn hair, which framed a widow's peak hairline. She fixed me with curious jade-green eyes.