Pretty Person Novels & Stories

But my parents always taught me to behave myself in front of my elders so I replied very politely. " By the way, has anyone shown any interest in you?? You must groom yourself beta. See, what have you done to yourself. If you groom yourself, I am sure someone might get interested in you. " She said looking at me, as if I was dirt and did not even tried to hide her expressions. " I am sorry to say this chachi, but I am not some object in the market, that some potential buyers should show some interest in me. I am a human being and I am happy the way I am. I can't be fake. "

he replied. Kian has won my respect for an array of reasons. His resourcefulness and unwavering positivity have consistently attracted my interest and respect, in addition to his outstanding appearance. It's easy for people to dismiss him as merely a gorgeous face, yet beyond that façade is a daring and untamed persona.

I pretended to be innocent . " Yep and he became more handsome, " Meerab giggled . " Astagfirullah Meerab , he is our non mahram " I scolded her . No I am not jealous but she always takes our deen very lightly and I get scared for her sometimes . " But he has an amazing personality " she spoke this time a little calmly . I smile . She is right , Humza is a kind of a person who makes the saddest person happiest in a blink . He has the sweetest and fun loving aura .

He looked at her across the bench, at the girl who walked into rooms and made people wonder if they were doing enough, at the composed and controlled and occasionally terrifying Ava Bennett, and he thought about what he had seen through the gap in the practice room door, the quieter version, the one that remembered being afraid and used it to help someone else through the same thing without making it about herself, without taking credit for it, without letting anyone who mattered see it happen. "You're different when you think nobody's watching," he said. She looked at him sharply. "Not worse," he said. "Different. Better, maybe. More like a person." "I'm always a person," she said, with an

“I mean, since we're being honest and all. Let's finish the list.” I stab my index finger three times right at the centre of her chest. “You're loud, rude, and strangely confident for someone whose entire personality seems to revolve around making other people miserable. And honestly? The most embarrassing part is that you actually seem proud of it. You walk around acting superior, but all you've really done since opening your mouth is prove that having confidence and having class are two very different things. Anyone can be cruel. Anyone can insult people. But it takes a very specific kind of pathetic to treat basic decency like a weakness and call it personality. At this point, you're not

They get off on my bimbo act, and I get off on taking their money. It’s a win-win. Besides, I’m genuinely sweet to them. My curvy but petite body combined with my ginger hair and pretty face is more than enough to draw them in, but my sparkling personality keeps them coming back again and again. I win just as many tips with kind words as I do flaunting my plump breasts, flat tummy, and juicy ass. I know how to chat these guys up just enough to make them feel wanted but keep them at arms’ length so they’re always wanting more. I thrill them with my spicy side and enchant them with the girlfriend experience. I make them feel welcomed and appreciated. I listen to their troubles and encourage th

Today is just my bad day. “Look, Peterson. I gotta go. Talk to you later when I get off of work.” I say, finally getting my shoelaces to tie and getting up from the bed to brush my hand lazily over my hair, that I've tied in a messy, bun style that is a bit disheveled. A pair of glasses is over my eyes and my face is pale and only a colorless lip gloss is swished over my lips. Even though I have the worst fashion sense, the only thing I am proud of is my signature style of messy bun hair. It gives me this effortlessly chic vibe. “Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, babe. Don't end the call yet.” Peterson stops me from punching into the end call button. “Can you please lend me some money. Something re

“It's my pick, and you’re wearing it for the day.” I roll my eyes at him, shaking my head. “Now, you sound like an obsessive and possessive jerk. Doesn’t suit your persona.” He tilts his head, curling the corner of his lips. “And what’s my persona?” I shrug. “Good. Honest, down-to-earth guy. That’s your persona, and you’re ruining it in my head.” The smirk widens into a grin. “Good. I’m going to become the bad boy, and you’re going to love me.”

"If you are unwanted, then the rest of us might as well stay single," Selin said with a laugh through the phone. The girl talking was a blonde, blue‑eyed and curvy goddess who had long claimed more hearts than anyone could ever dream of. Her beauty was one thing; what made her stand out from a crowd of people was her soft and gentle personality. A smile of hers could send a man into his deepest and darkest desires. Yet just like me — she was unaware of her attractiveness, letting only other people mention it without once understanding what they were talking about.