The Cute One Novels & Stories

He tells her and she pulls him into a hug again. “Be safe” She calls to him as he walks out of the door, letting out a small smile as stares at him. I just couldn’t help but think how good it must feel to have a grandma lie Hilda. I should call Auntie Claudia some time. She is the only family I have right now. I let out a deep sigh before getting back to work.

It was so cute that everyone’s hearts melted. “Little Tiger, you’re so cute…” Nicole could not resist talking to it. “I agree…” The little tiger looked so proud and lowered its head to snuggle on Nicole’s palm. A female colleague next to Nicole came over. “Little Tiger, are all tigers just as cute and cuddly as you are?” The little tiger rolled its eyes. “Please select an animal mode. Do you agree to switch to the fierce tiger mode?” It even deliberately emphasized the word “fierce”.

You: I know, she's making me clean because of you😒 Idiot: Well then, I hope to see the house spotless when I come over （╹◡╹） You: Tf you will. And what the hell is that?! It looks so creepy. Idiot: A Japanese emoji, and it's not creepy. I think it's cute(*^ω^*) You: Like hell it is. I swear you find the weirdest things cute. Besides me... Idiot: Nothing is cuter than you Hunter❤️ You: Stop saying embarrassing things😳😳...... Idiot: See you later cutie pie <3 And like that we stopped texting, I was now blushing from his pet name for me. 'It's so embarrassing'. I thought as I rested my head at the kitchen counter.

He looked down in shame, without realizing that, that simple reaction of him was found adorable by everyone. "Cute." Little did Craig know that out of all the people who found him adorable, someone is being eaten by a green mosnter called jealousy.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

He asked, looking around to see if Ava was ready yet. His friend groaned and rubbed his face in mild exasperation. "I know, I know. It's f*cking hilarious." He said with unrestrained sarcasm. "Doesn't he look amazing!" Sabrina said as she bounded into the room with a large smile on her face and an even larger costume that was clearly homemade and very similar to Connor's. "He's pepper and I'm salt! Isn't it romantic." She asked rhetorically as she gazed dreamily at her mate.

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

Who was going to find me attractive? When they, the girls, referred to us brothers—the Davises and the Onos—Aiden was always the gorgeous one, Noah the broodingly handsome one, Reo the hot Asian one, Mason the stunning one, Isaac the attractive one, and me the cute one. Why was I cute? Just because I was below the average height for a male didn’t mean they should refer to me as cute. Once Aiden was finally off my bed, I said, “I’m getting ready, so just leave already.”

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

"Yes, darling. Unless they moved while you were gone." Elara blinked, then a slow, sly smile spread across her face. The same flutter in her stomach she’d had since she was sixteen—the first time she saw Alpha Caelan sparring in nothing but training pants, muscles slick with sweat and focus sharp as a blade—stirred again. And the Luna? Seraphine was beautiful, yes, but Caelan... Caelan was dangerous. "I’ll take it," Elara said too quickly. "Where is it? What is it?"