She May Not Be Cute Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It's not a bad thing, sugar. I like that you're innocent and cute." "I hate being called cute." Greyson smirked. "Great."

she told me with a pout and I didn’t know when I chuckled with a wide smile on my face. “You’re so cute, Yara,” I told her and she made a face with a scowl. That only made me smile wider and she looked angrier. She was really pretty when she was pissed. “I’m not cute. Don’t call me that” she corrected and I tilted my head to the side. “And why is that?” I wanted to know why. “I’m a warrior, Denver and warriors are not cute when they can flip anyone over their soldiers” she answered and I shook my head.

Or was she doing this to spite me? “If you keep glaring, you’re going to scare her.” Elise warns, drawing my attention to her. “Babies like cute things.” “Are you saying I’m not cute?” I challenge. “Not cute.” Elise confirms, eyeing me. “Cute makes me think of rainbows and butterflies. I can’t imagine using that word for a man.” “Then what would you consider me?” I ask, getting up and making my way over to where she sits. “Hm?”

It said that it was really hard at the same time. For heaven's sake, I am suppressing my laughter. She acts like a kid at the same time! And she said combat skills right? I can't even imagine a girl as beautiful as she is like Genieva. She is too beautiful to become a warrior. Damn! Did I just say beautiful to this girl? I feel like hitting myself. Since when have I noticed the cute side of this girl? And I even said cute side. For crying out loud, what is happening to me?

“You’re not old, cariño. The problem is that you do not seem happy.” She tried to tamp down the disappointment she felt from listening to her family say those things. As swiftly as she’d grown angry, she let it go. She wasn’t the kind of person to stay upset over anything. She didn’t like hanging on to other people’s bullshit. But she wasn’t going to stay quiet either. “I’ve learned a lot. Some things you guys don’t seem to get. I don’t need to be skinny to be happy,” Maya stated. “Some men appreciate that not every woman will be super slim and able to bend herself into a pretzel for sex.”

He thought he’d only enjoy messing with Kane, but now, I am not so sure it is just about Kane anymore, it feels more. It doesn’t help how beautiful she is. There are very few women in this pack who come close to her in beauty and even then they don’t have her smile, the passion in her eyes, her confidence, and her personality. None of them look or feel like her because not everyone would have marble like skin as smooth and soft as vanilla, lock dark her that makes her dark powerful eyes look even more enchanting. She looks amazing but isn’t even her full potential because of the way she has been dressed. My brother couldn’t even get her decent clothes that don’t make her look like a beggar o

" Wow...that sounds intense." " I know...and I hate it even more because I know he doesn't feel the same way," " Oh don't say that...how do you know he doesn't think you're cute at least?" " He has a girlfriend. There's this look in his eyes whenever he sees her and I always wished he would look at me like that but this is me" she said gesturing around her body. " I'm not very girlfriend or even friend material and I'm not as pretty as Isabella - go am I kidding? I'm not even pretty."

Did they know anything? “She seems obsessed with you. And she’s beautiful, in that next door girl kind of way. Don’t you want her?” I laughed. “Of course not, she’s not my type.”

I blinked, the bubble that was wrapped around me exploded. Cutie? Me?! No. No, no, no. “Hey!” I shouted. “I’m not cute! I’m beautiful! A diamond! Fucking gorgeous!” The car drove off with him probably laughing behind those tinted windows. Cute was used on dogs, or...or other animals, or even children! But I, Elena Vasquez wasn't cute. Cute women got little to nothing in this business, they would only capture the men, they wouldn't get the funds...women with my face... daring, beautiful face those were the ones who get the job done.

Perhaps only she knew the answer. "She's simply a mute, that's all. Can't you all see? Even when we talk like this, she doesn't react. Who knows what she's thinking! Or maybe she's been lonely for too long; she doesn't even want to let go of a fool?" Someone still couldn't accept it. It was a mischievous-looking girl with dyed blonde hair, giving off the impression of not being kind-hearted.