She Is Still Cute Today Novels & Stories

I calmly said again. She seemed sad when I said that and she pouted. Why does she look so cute right now? The way she is acting is like a kid who didn't get what she wanted and now she is trying to buy her way in by acting cute. She is really cute. Wait a fucking minute. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking she is cute? Did this little witch really bewitch me? Am I crazy? Why would I call someone who was part of my death cute?

She was wearing a white glowing dress from Chanel " someone's looking sexy , trying to seduce the billionaire Anna ? " Dona said sarcastically. " Shut up Donna " i said while getting into the car " I personally think you look beautiful" Isaac said " Thanks , you look good too " said " I'm sitting right here " Dona said a little annoyed, despite the fact that I'm her best friend, she gets jealous easily . We arrive to the ceremony and went inside , and my eyes went straight to Damon who was standing with Mr. Williams and few other teachers , he spotted me and smiled , i look away blushing again

" She put the food on the table while Matthew placed the plate and cutlery before he sat down. "You look beautiful today, Babe. " He commented. Her uniform fit her perfectly; she tied her hair in a ponytail, and she was wearing light makeup. "Just today? It only means I'm not beautiful in previous days?" She teased and raised her eyebrow at him. "You are always beautiful, Babe, but today, that uniform looks good on you." He smiled. "Thank you. I like this uniform, too." She smiled. Matthew smiled, pulled her on his lap, and kissed her cheek.

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.

Does she like that? When he finally leaves, I can’t hold back. It doesn’t seem like she has any idea how classically beautiful she is. She’s barely got on any make-up and clearly has had no plastic surgery or any bullshit done. She doesn’t even have her nails painted. Guys out here love that, a real woman is an extremely rare find. Well, the right guys anyhow. “He’s a hybrid,” I say, though it comes out as a statement and not a question. She nods.

Thinking of this, she felt comfortable again. Seeing her smile, Max couldn't help smiling. "Are you feeling better now?" "It's completely sunny," she picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth. "It's so delicious." Max looked at her and couldn't help smiling. It turned out that he didn't find her so stupid and a little stunned. Recently, it seemed that being stupid was not a bad thing. At least she was heartless and wouldn't be easily hurt. The second day was Saturday.

"I don't go by that anymore and I'm sure you know why." "Aren't you even going to ask me how I've been doing?" She stared at me moon-eyed and poked me playfully on my chest. A childish pout appeared on her lips. She hadn't changed at all. She still looked the same, petite, wide-eyed with long, wavy ginger hair and alabaster skin, she looked divine like an angel. Ariana was damn beautiful and she knew it. Her beauty had got me hooked to her years ago and even now, she was still as gorgeous. But I was over her and everything that was connected to her.

she added with a laugh. I loved how her messy bun was falling out of the hairclip she’d put it in earlier today. She was free of makeup and had clear, beautiful skin. She was so fucking pretty all the time. She wore a cropped t-shirt that said,“Chicks who read become the ones who lead,”and it went perfectly with her long, purple skirt. Everything about her was so cute and precious. I wanted to hold her close and kiss her over and over again. I wanted to see what she looked like first thing in the morning. I wanted to be her first in many ways, and she’d be mine too.

"Well… my mom meant that we actually left home a little late today. We should've arrived earlier." She had slimmed down quite a bit since last year. Fortunately, her appearance was already blessed with Harold's good looks and tall height. Now that she had lost weight, Quincey looked every inch the beautiful and poised young lady after discarding her usual alternative fashion sense and embracing a minimalist style. Going over to Miranda, Quincey sat down beside her and greeted her sweetly, "Hi, Miranda." Jack had been chatting with Harold. Upon hearing this, he suddenly turned and asked, "What, no greeting for me?"

It's kind of embarrassing losing my cool like this just because of one person, one stupid but sweet person. Aqueela has practically not aged a day. She looks exactly the same, just with longer hair and a more mature look about her -- I can't really put my finger on it. She's still as small and cute as I remember her to be. AJ nods all too happily. "Oh yeah!" She confirms the obvious. "She's great!" I've got the kindest girlfriend on the planet. I couldn't be anymore grateful to have her in my life. I crack a small smile. "She's alright. Nothing special but she will do."