She Is Still Cute Today Novels & Stories

"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.

Was that really how I looked at her? I was only staring because I missed her. She looked so pretty today, simple, but captivating. Her outfit reminded me of how she used to dress before. When she’s at work, she looks so elegant, almost untouchable. But now… she looks soft. She looks cute. Lovable.

she gave me a shy smile. "So one guy calls you cute and you gonna fall head over heels with him? Are you stupid?" I don't know why but this conversation was making me angry. "I am not stupid! I do like him. I think he is cute too and he asked me to go to the movies with him on Saturday," she blurted out. "Oh really now? Little hamster got herself a date with the squirrel boy. How sweet," I mocked. "Evan, please. Please don't ruin this for me! I won't have another chance, most people think I am too skinny or too ugly," she pleaded. Her eyes were starting to tear up. Jeez...is she gonna cry now?

How come she's fearless and cute at the same time? 'I'm here love... I'll be on your side.'

He was still seated and overseeing the party from his elevated spot. "Yeah. She's really pretty. I can't believe she had work here before. How the bloody hell did she transform like that? And, even her patches look so immaculate. She looked like a goddamn goddess. She can even pass as an international model because of her sexy figure and good height." "I'm getting envious at her waist. Is she even eating?" "I like her patches. I'll tell my make-up artist to fake some of it on my face next time. Let's make it a trending challenge on TikTok. How about that?"

She's more gorgeous to me today than when we first met. Her long dark hair is pulled up in a messy bun, like she wears when she's deep cleaning the house. Her beautiful, flawless tan skin hasn't aged a day since we met in college, and her beautiful red lips… to this day, I'm in awe of her natural beauty. She looks at me through her long, dark lashes, just a hint of a smile. Not the kind of smile she used to give me… the one that said she was happy to see me. No. This is more like she's tolerating me being here because she has to. It breaks my heart because I did that. I did. And I will never forgive myself for it.

She is trying to catch the petals of them in her palms. When she does that I almost forget that she is the same girl who was crying hard a few hours ago. Right now, she is different. She looks mesmerizing, without worries, and like someone who exactly knows what she wants from life and how she exactly knows to enjoy every moment of life. Or maybe she had once been a girl like that now she lost that charm of her with the difficult times she had to go on. “Let's here,” she says. I nod my head and we sit together, today is so much closer than any other day cause today is different. She is someone special and the most important person in my life right now.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

“Good to see you today.” I said, while she just nodded. I prayed that she would be in a good mood, but her silence spoke otherwise. I took some time to observe her before talking further. Her hair was unusually packed today, and it gave me a full view of her distressed yet stunning face. She is the real definition of beauty for ashes. Though she still had some scars on her left cheek, the redness of those scars only complemented her beauty. She didn't have any blood stain today on her body, and I wondered why.

Week 4 “Do I look ok?” She asked. “What do you mean?” “I can't help but feel a little bloated today and I just want to know if I'm imagining things or not.” “Now that you mention it, you do look different. But I can’t put my finger on it. Oh, I know. You look more beautiful today.” “I guess it's just me then” She snorted. “Are you feeling better?” “Yeah. Can we go get cupcakes for breakfast?”