She May Not Be Cute Novels & Stories

He made a sad pouty on his face. He looked so cute like that. "No, you are not handsome." She said, thinking better than to give a boost to his ego. He fake sighed. He seriously looked so damn cute at that time that Scarlett was tempted to kiss in his cheeks and hug him tightly but she didn't. Instead, she did one thing he did not expect. He never thought her doing that would feel so good. _________________________________________________________________________

I chuckled. She pouted her lips. “I have a crush on someone but he doesn’t feel the same thing about me. Maybe I am not really pretty that’s why...” I laughed a bit. I shook my head in disbelief. She’s really a child, after all. “You are beautiful, Bea. Just because this boy doesn’t feel the same thing towards you, doesn’t mean you’re not pretty and likable. Look at you! I envy your curly black hair, your pouty lips and you also have fair skin!”

She was wearing a crop top and baggy jeans, so her belly was exposed. “I’m not shy.” She rolled her eyes, feeling stupid. Her lie was so weak. Killian laughed. “Okay.” “I’m serious I’m not shy!” She tried to defend herself. Killian laughed again. “Did I say anything?” He didn’t say anything, but his silence said more than enough. Mayeli pouted in frustration. “Say I’m not shy.” Killian blinked. “Jezz, woman. How can you be so cute? I didn’t realize I had a weak spot until I met you.”

"But it's not a shameful thing. Everyone has their own way of pursuing happiness." "Why doesn't Sebastian like me?" Caroline said sadly. "Am I not pretty enough, or is my figure not good enough?" Sheila was amused by her naivete. "You're a big star. Your face and looks are top-notch, and everyone acknowledges that." Caroline pouted. "Then why?" Sheila thought for a moment. "Could it be because you're too enthusiastic? Sebastian doesn't like that. Maybe he likes cold girls." Caroline blinked her big eyes, looking eager to learn. "If I'm cold, will he even pay attention to me?"

But they still didn’t feel like they belonged on my body. “It’s cute,” Maeve said, cocking her head to the side, a slight frown marring her lips. “But it’s not party cute.” “Party cute?” She nodded, and then her shoulders lifted into a shrug. “Yeah, party cute,” she repeated. “You need to wear something hot… something that screams 'Kade’s girl.” I cringed. “Kade’s girl?” I asked, my nose crinkling like I smelled something bad.

The other day Luc had said 'one may think' and I had thought he had been referring to Mey. "Yeah." She gave a nod then raised one quizzical brow. "Why?" I sprinted towards her faster than Harry on the newest Nimbus. "Is she a petite Asian girl with black hair, big eyes, and cutest smile you have ever seen?" My sister looked at me like I was Peter Pettigrew and turned into a rat right in front of her. But Jo was not Tay, she did not raise any questions and answered truthfully even though she had found my question weird. "Yeah. I mean, I do not know about the cutest smile I have ever seen, I think Shawn Mendes has the cutest smile I have ever seen but sure, she seems to fit the rest of your de

“She seems nice.” “Yeah, she is. And pretty, too. Though she doesn’t know it, which makes her even sweeter. Candice knows she’s miss thing. But she’s a nice girl.” Nodding, Cutter dragged his eyes away from the back of Ms. Roberts’s head. “Do you think I should go sit with them?”

She replied. Huh? She sounded so sure about who was texting her. And, did she just call me cute? I blushed a little, then got serious again as if she could see my face from here. "Cute? I am not cute. Sexy, hot, and handsome? Absolutely, yes. But definitely not cute. And are you saying someone "cute" can't be a serial killer?" I asked. "You are not one. If you were, you are one hot serial killer. A nice way to catch your victims." She replied.

She had everything to be considered a seductive woman. All I had was my cute face, cute voice, cute height, cute freaking aura. My breasts were only a handful and cute like Gemma once called them. I didn't have curves like I always dreamed of, just a slender body that's supposed to be sexy but because I'm cute, most people only pay attention to that fact. Let's not forget that being with me was like child abuse. I would never be able to give any man confidence and pride if they walked with me. Notice I said men, not boys.

She’s mostly surrounded by the pretty cheerleaders and those popular kids. “Uhm...” “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. Is he cute?” She asked and the thought of the word cute isn’t necessarily an attribute that I would like to associate with Xavier. He’s more like a hot jock. I just think the word cute is for something like an adorable dog or something that’s soft and adorable. Xavier’s not that soft but he’s most definitely hotter than most boys that I’ve seen. “Mmm? He’s not.” I shook my head.