She May Not Be Cute Novels & Stories

Then she said: “It's not necessarily the gorgeous men I'm looking for. Are the ones who do the best use what they have. How I do. I'm not pretty... He couldn't contain a sound of protest. She laughed. “Oh, that's kind, but I'm not. Jenna is the beauty of our family. I have a port decent, reasonable features, nice hair. If I keep myself in shape, I do my hair, I wear a little bit of makeup and I dress well, I look much prettier than I really am. “To me, you always look great. He tried not to sound madly in love and he resisted the urge to look at her, afraid his face would give him away.

I moved away from her a little bit, which caused her to laugh again. “Do you know that you’re actually so cute?” she asked, and after, she sipped from her wine glass again. “I’m not cute,” I told her sternly, trying to act serious and intimidating in hopes of her just leaving me alone. And I would have appreciated it more, if she called me ‘hot’ or any other adjectives, just not cute. I’m not cute. But what I did only made her laugh again. I let out a scoff, and I really tried my best not to hit her straight in the face for laughing at me again and again.

"And even if I did, what makes you think i would tell you?" My anger spiked, my thoughts running in different angles. Where could my princess be? "Hello cutie," came in that annoying voice, that one voice that I hate the most in this entire school. It makes me want to puke. We turned around to Nessa, she was quite a beautiful girl, tall, with a slim sexy waist and big boobs, she was your typical super model. Any one would want her except me and that is because she wasn't my mate, she wasn't my Haven.

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.

This girl have a cute chubby cheeks which compliment her pretty face. Peach frown at him. "I know that I'm pretty." Sevastian just smirk. Luckily this girl is not like other women who down themselves whenever someone compliments them. "That's good. All we need to change is your clothe style." That's all he need to do then everything will be perfect. This is what Peach hate the most. When somebody tries to change her way of style. But she let Prince Caspian grab her glasses which she never allowed anyone to do.

We both stared off into space for a bit and I had to admit my curiosity was getting the better of me. “But is he… cute,” I asked. She rolled her eyes and exhaled rather dramatically. “He’s not too tall or short, he’s kind of … stocky? Solid. And yes, he’s very cute. Not like a romance novel where the mate is devastatingly handsome. I mean, he’s not like that tiger shifter. But he’s … he’s really…” she trailed off. “I need to see,” I said, patting my legs. She scoffed and waved her hand. I guess my plan to talk to him wasn’t a good idea then.

"That's nice, but I don't think it's appropriate." She puts her hands up, shaking her head fast "Oh no...I wasn't suggesting...." I put my hand up to cut her off. "It's ok. I know what you meant. I just think it's not appropriate for you as an unranked member. That's all." She gives a quiet laugh. "Oh ok. Yeah you're probably right. Just...if you need anything. Anything at all. Just ask." She flashes a smile.

So, you mean to say that everyone on your planet is like you? "Uh-huh!" She giggled. "Why? What did you think they were like?" "An entire planet of shemales?" "I guess so," she replied. "Except, that's an Earth word. We're just ... people." "And they all look like you?" I smiled at her. "I mean, they're all beautiful?" "Of course not." Shelly frowned. "And I know I'm not beautiful. I'm pretty average, to be honest. Most of my friends are way better looking than me."

She pours us both a glass of wine and then we sit back and enjoy the show. “You never flirt.” Canary said. “I’m glad you did today. Are your nerves starting to calm down?” “No. I figured I would just follow your lead and mess with the guys.” I said. “Isaiah kept looking at you.” “I don’t blame him, I’m gorgeous.” She said with a smirk, “But, honestly, he was checking you out too.” “I doubt that.” No one ever checks me out. I’m nerdy looking with glasses and freckles. My body is not curvy like Canary’s or Thalia’s. I mean, I don’t think I’m ugly, but I’m not a knock out like them.