Novel & Cerita She Is Still Cute Today

She is adorable when she blushes. ***

I tell her and she sits up. “ Home?” her eyes widen. “ No, not your real home. My Home.” I chuckle a bit as I see how she objected going back to her mom. “ That’s good then. No class today?” she ask, raising her neck to stare in my face, then a cute smile break out from her lips. “ Saturday remember?” I remind her as I squat in front of her, touching her hair and admiring all of her beauty. “ You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen today Scarlet.” I caress her hair, whispering it to her face.

ARCHIE JONES I'm excited right now because I'm able to see her once again. She no longer looks likes the little girl I like teasing but is now like a strong and elegant woman who can shake the world with just her smile. Just like Kyle Jones said her sliver hair indeed suits her well. Every of her gesture were filled with charm. When she turned and greeted me, I couldn't get enough of her dazed look. But! Why does she keep whispering to Kyle and what do they keep talking about.

Now she was fifty and clearly looking older and slower than seven years ago - Her black low cut hair had almost all turned grey. She was still wearing all those fashionable stuff she likes - leather jackets, leader shoes, fancy Gucci sunshades and all that. But something had changed. She was now more sober and chill than before when she was their crazy 'soccer mum'. 'she is probably missing Chinny too much' uche thought as he opened the glass door of the restaurant and walked in, breathing in the smell of freshly baked bread. "Good morning sir" one of the cleaners greeted as he walked by.

" That's true, but he liked to believe what he wanted. Please sit” Chase admiringly looked at her. He hasn't seen her smile or laugh like this in a long while. She wore a lilac cotton shirt and black joggers with an easy wear. Her hair flowed down her body in a mess. No matter how unkept she was, she still looks beautiful. Jade stretched out on the couch instead of sitting in it. " Funny thing, I can't remember what this tastes like anymore” She opened it to have a taste. " How are they anyway?”

Hmmn, I guess I should take care of her. "Uh, I think you should... you know, take off your... change your blouse." I stammered, and yes, I really hate myself. She's freaking drunk, Shane. Why are you still not talking straight? Because you like her, and you're gay AF. Oh, shut it, brain. And she's now smiling from ear to ear. Damn it! I know I like this girl. She's like so cute? Nope, cute is just for babies. Pretty? Nope, it's for little girls. Beautiful? Partly. Gorgeous? Definitely.

She just explains without minding. William's eyebrows raise, kinda happy that she doesn't reply with short words - Hum or Yes or no. " Okay!" He smiles, glancing at her. She looks beautiful in black shirt, honestly. The curves, the way the shirt has kissed her skin, it's unavoidable. She doesn't wear the usual humble and innocent look on her face. She looks graceful, strong and high self-esteem. She used to avoid wearing hills, but now she wears hills and walks like a model. A beautiful, graceful Plus-size model who knows what makes her beautiful and confident.

Ordinary. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what Marcus might see when he looked at her. Did he find her attractive like this, sans makeup and tight dresses and Hollywood glamour? On his good days, rare back then and non-existent nowadays, Liam used to tell her that she looked ‘cute’ like this. ‘Cute’ he said, but he never meant it the way you’re supposed to, like pastels and peony blooms, and Harajuku fashion. He meant cute like a puppy, cute like a monkey dressed in circus clothes, cute like a piece of macaroni art destined for the trash once the kid’s back was turned.

Her perfectly curved shape was properly aligned on the table. For a moment I couldn't get my eyes off her body. Her ginger hair lay across her face, but she was still unconscious. “Why is she this gorgeous?” I whispered, gasping for breath. I wondered why she's this pretty even when she's sick, her lips were paler than they used to be. Yet she was very pretty. I shaked the thought out of my head, I shouldn't lust in mere attraction. “How's she doing now,” i voiced out.