Pretty Person Novels & Stories

"And stop cussing so much. People think of you as the boy they would take home to meet mom and dad." I laughed and snorted. "Is that a fucking joke? I play an asshole in all of my films." "They think it's just a ruse. Did you not read the article that People Magazine just did on you?" I glanced down at the phone and stifled a groan. The girl was perfect. Her short bobbed haircut made her look incredibly cute. Innocent. The pretty smile on her face drew me in, but the red lipstick... the slight narrowing of her eyes. She wasn't at all what she appeared to be. How badly I wished she were sitting next to me. No blow jobs for her.

The guy just smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It was me but are you okay, pretty lady?" She blushed because of the way this guy called her. Well, she knows that she's pretty but is this guy flirting with her? "I'm fine. And don't call me pretty lady, you're making me embarrassed. I'm Stephanie Gray," Stephanie introduced herself and raised her hand for a handshake but the guy only looked at her hand which made her confused. He doesn't want to shake hands? But then after a few seconds, the guy reach for it and looked at her with a smile. She was soo, stunned. The way the guy smile is so angelic that the impurities of the earth haven't reached him.

he rushes to comfort me with dazzling speed. Gee, he's actually a good guy. I'm on the verge of crying! But, if that small amount of sympathy were enough to save me, my personality wouldn't have gotten this bad. If that one line could solve someone’s issues, no one would have any issues in the first place. “Hey Noah, I appreciate your kindness. I know you’re a good guy. And you’re the ace of the soccer team. You’re even good-looking to boot. And You're so popular with the ladies.” I reply.

"We learned three new songs and I—" "Mrs. Von Dame," Hope's teacher, Ms. Pepper, called. She wore a long-sleeved, yellow sundress with white daisy prints that complimented her dark skin and black curly hair. She still had a youthful glow to her, having just graduated college. Rowena stood up, patting down her clothes. "It's just miss. Not missus." "Oh," She gave a polite smile. "Yes, my apologies. May I speak with you privately in the classroom?"

I don't know what's wrong with this people, did I look like a trash? My name is Athena Laurier, a poor and unemployed person. ""Hey, what's wrong?"" An old man with a beard approach me all of the sudden. He sat down next to me,the way he gaze me was pretty obvious concern. The lust and concern are mixing within his shameless eyes. ""Well, nothing's wrong."" ""Great! You know what- wait, what's your name?"" he mumbled. ""Athena."" ""Such an adorable name for a beautiful lady.""

I shook my head and grinned because of how cheesy the words she just said. "And guess what? It's as though he possesses two distinct personas that combine to become a whole—a whole wonderful person. He's both calm and loud, and he appears to be unable to break plates but secretly likes dark genres. He pretends to be uninterested in his studies, and he appears to be a stubborn guy at times. Still, he genuinely cares about everyone and everything, and he made me so proud earlier this day when he stood up for my friend and risked bruising his gorgeous face."

Everyone bowed down and smiled at Primo. Everyone was start struck at the youn man's beauty that he handles. Everyone by niw was thinking that if it even possible for a guy to look so pretty. "Next one is, Lily Collette Peterson." "Who is she?" Primo asked out of curiosity. "Oh you'll know." Elliot answered as he tap something on his phone. After some minutes, a cute looking girl showed up in front of us. "A pleasant afternoon Mr. Collymore and to you too Mr." she said with a very bright smile.

“It’s... when he smiles. It feels like... like the sun coming out. He’s just... good. He’s kind, and he’s decent, and when he talks to me, for just a second, I don’t feel so... invisible.” I risked a glance at Jax. He was just staring at me, his food forgotten for a moment. “So it’s a... personality thing?” he asked, sounding like he was trying to solve a complex math problem. “It’s an everything thing,” I sighed, giving up. “You can’t logic your way into understanding it, Jax. It just... is.”

I ask, pulling up the session notes I haven't written yet because I spent most of last night staring at my ceiling and wondering what the hell I'm doing with my life. Sophia's lips curve into something that might be a smile if you squint and ignore the sharp edges. "Romantic. Over-the-top. Nice." I nod, tapping my tablet like I'm accessing important data instead of just buying myself time to process the casual dismissal in her tone. "And Preston?" "Charming. Polished. Surprisingly self-deprecating for someone who probably has a trust fund older than most democracies." She pauses, eyes flicking to mine with laser precision. "Definitely someone who enjoys being liked and is very, very good at

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"