Pretty Person Novels & Stories

Asher yelled smiling. "Yes, Dear. I'm good by the way. How are you?" Charlie yelled. "I'm good too. I will come down after getting fresh. Let's talk then." Asher said. "Sure, son." Charlie yelled back smiling brightly. Asher smiled seeing him after so long. Asher is an out going personality, kind and sweet. He doesn't look if the person is poor or rich. He will just talk and help the person if he likes that particular person. He is too genuine and honest. He can never able to imagine hurting a soul. No matter who that person is, he will do his best to make that person happy. He looks at everyone as if everyone is his own people which makes the others feels good about Asher.

"Shit. I'm sorry." He took a napkin to his face and then blotted off his food, still prepared to eat it. Gross. "I don't think she's ugly. I mean, we haven't met in person, but her pictures are pretty." "Does she have a great personality?" I knew in guy language that wasn't a compliment. I dug my phone out of my purse and found a picture of her. He was clearly impressed by the sight. "Damn. She's hot. So what's the problem?"

I don’t have any of the qualities that Gabe has and I’m definitely not fun. It wasn’t easy, but I have since perfected the smile and the customer service voice with Gabe’s help. I now know how to look sweet and sound like, well, a people person. While I have come to like some of my customers, I don’t care for the majority of them. Deep down I feel like a fraud, like a wolf wearing sheep’s clothing. While I am the perfect customer service representative for Big Foot Java, this person isn’t a customer.

"How are you real? You are perfect.Maybe not for everyone but you're perfect for me and i don't give a damn about anyone else." I just smile at him."Can i lay on your lap?" He nod and push my shoulder on his lap. "You know,sometimes we see someone look just fine.They have money and they seems fine to everyone else but everyone have a different story.We shouldn't judge anyone by their appearance.I thought you were a jerk,player and just assumed that you're mean but i realized that you're not a bit like that.You literally are the most adorable,nice and a wholesome person when people get to know you."

That made him clear his throat and smile at me. “ I'm sorry I was careless and didn't see you coming, by the way. This is the first time I've seen you. I'm Paul, Adrian Paul Peterson. And you are?” He extended his hand, and I accepted it as an apology for what I had done. He looks friendly, or should I say womanizer, in my opinion. I already know a guy like him. That's only based on my own experience, and I hate to say that I'm judging him, but based on her appearance, he really looks like one of them.

John chuckled quietly and rubbed his ribs with his hand. She was a pretty thing, though. She was tall and sleek with long curly blonde hair and big fat red lips. And those hips....oh damn...those hips. "I know Justin, but I can't help to feel sad," the pretty girl said to the man. "Hallie, if he wanted you, there would be nothing in this world to stop him from taking you. Stop putting yourself out there so far, Mister will only have his own way and you know that better than anyone else," Justin said.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Rusty, be honest with me. Am I likable?” Rusty pulled off his headphones, turning around in his chair with a confused expression. “What?” “You heard me,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “Do people... like me?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Evans, of course people like you. What’s not to like? You’re smart, you’re funny—well, sometimes—you’re decent-looking—” “*Decent-looking?*” I interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, fine,” he conceded with a smirk. “You’re a solid nine out of ten, but don’t let it go to your head. You’re still an arrogant prick half the time, but somehow, people like you anyway.”

Mrs Persson was a stunning woman. Inside and out. Her gray eyes were the kindest Dakota had ever seen and she had a way of filling the room with her warmth and presence. Dakota had met her a few times before today but she still hadn't got used to how warm she was. That was it. She was warm and kind, and although she had a petite frame, she wasn't one to be messed with.

Though, I had the distinct impression that there would be no silences with this woman around, she seemed to talk more than I did when I got on one of my rambles. She pursed her lips, seeming to be thinking about it, and I took my opportunity to study her. She was extremely pretty in the understated, ‘I-don’t need-to-dress-up-too-much-or-put-on-too-much-make-up’ kind of way. Her personality seemed to burst from every pore, making her seem even more cute and adorable. I could see a lot of Jace in this woman, the way he seemed to be able to make people laugh or smile or feel comfortable. He looked like his dad, but he had his mom’s ability to light up a room – just minus the crazy.

Sometimes when she spoke, smiled and even danced, I found myself smiling like a fool as well, until I would catch myself and return to default. Persy was a very interesting character. She could be a but shy, yet loud when she was crossed. She never liked to be intimidated, and never failed to raise her voice when she felt she was, or when she did not like what was being done to her. She was definitely one of a kind. Most of the time, she would be quiet, and only spoke when necessary; it always made me wonder if she was one of those girls who could get extremely chatty would talk a lot more if she got comfortable with the person she was speaking with.