She May Not Be Cute Novels & Stories

“Or are you just special?” I grinned, leaning back. “I think I’m pretty special, but you’ll have to take me for a test drive to find out if it’s true or not.” She huffed and looked at me as if I had grown a second head. “Can you stop?” This girl did not take a compliment well. “Nope, so beautiful?” “Stop—” “Sexy then.” She growled at me and I loved it. Resisting a smile, I continued. “Cutie?”

She wouldn't be moved by just a few cheap, sweet words! "You might fool some young girls with that talk, but I won't believe a single word." Shaun frowned. "Why not?" "Because I'm not as pretty or dazzling as Elise. You bought her an expensive diamond bracelet, but look at my wrist—it's bare."

he asked lightly. "Oh, she is hot, no doubt, but that has never phased you before!" "Cute enough, but not curvy enough for me." "Cute face, she's too small. I like legs." "She a natural redhead?" "She has no real fire in her, she's a mouse. I want a girl who gives as good as she gets!"

she said lightly, her smirk curving wider, “aren’t you a cute, chubby little thing? You look prettier without the heavy make up” Cute. Chubby. I nearly choked on the words. Of all the insults.. or was it supposed to be a compliment? That she could have chosen, that’s what she went with? Cute and chubby. Not mysterious.. Not lovely.. Not even fragile.. Cute? Chubby? I forced myself not to recoil from her touch, though my skin itched to move away. My lips parted, but no sound came. Of course it didn’t. Even if I wanted to respond, my silence would only make me look more pathetic.

“Girl lately you've been attracting dangerous people I don't know what's wrong with you.” I scoffed at her, “ Well it's not my fault that I'm cute you know.” She smiled at that and faced her front, “It's not your fault.” This is so fucked up.

she groaned after several failed attempts. " you are a pain in the ass" she grumbled while I shrugged. " I don't need heavy makeup to look beautiful" I pointed out " it doesn't matter. I just want to make you look sexy" she pouted. I snort " no guy would want a woman like me. look at me, I look big . Come on" it hurt saying those words but that's the truth " Come on"

it was a reflect because I was afraid that the man will be mad. Speaking about the man.. he's one hot meat. Oh Scarlette.. forget about dating. No one will want me anyway. I'm clumsy.. not fashionable.. often wearing no makeup.. hair everywhere.. so skinny.. pale.. not attractive.. I always put my hair in a ponytail or in a bun.. I know.. I know.. don't just me.. and the craziest fact is that I never even date someone. Guys never even ask me on a date.. Ha Ha Ha.. pity? Yes.. Gosh.. When will my curse end? I'm waiting for a prince charming to come..

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.

Dark hair down her back, perfume arriving three seconds ahead of her, and a face so beautiful and so furious it stopped me where I stood. She looked me up and down. My cardigan. My bare feet. My mother's pearl earrings. "You," she said, "are the nobody he married?" "The kettle is on," I said. "Do you take sugar?" It threw her. She had come for a fight and I had offered her tea, and a woman braced for a slap does not know what to do with an open hand. "I don't want your tea." "Sit anyway. You drove here angry. You should not drive home angry too."

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?