Tom Holland Cute Novels & Stories

“Is he cute at least?” I reached for my shot, guzzling the liquid down my throat and washing away the burn of it with my saliva. “Oh, I got you, girl. He’s tanned, blonde hair, has nice teeth—you can’t go wrong with nice teeth-he’s like if Chad Michael Murray had a baby with Jacob Elordi”, Lucy explained. Okay that was less cute, more fucking hot. “That hot?” “That hot”, Molly affirmed, “He’s tall too” “Shit, six o’clock”

Out steps Joel Carter, a tall, over six feet handsome young man, his hair cropped low and silky. Joel's coal-black eyes squint, surrounded by even darker lashes and furrowed brows. The sooty hair follicles flawlessly brought his sweet potato pie skin, high cheekbones, full-sized nose, and full lips into view. Both Tameka and Copeland's gazes dropped. He had a body fit for a professional athlete! The Italian suit he wore accentuated all the right body parts. Joel was not only handsome but rich-looking.

"I'm … I'm okay, Taty." "Was that … Was that your ex-husband, sis?" Tatiana asked curiously. "Mhm." "Wow! He's so hot!" Tatiana's eyes were wide with admiration. "I thought Jonah, Silas, Liam, and Axel were handsome already. I didn't expect anyone else to be able to top them. "Your ex has that kind of striking hotness, like a beach model or something. Is he really just a company CEO and not some kind of superstar?"

Todd couldn't help but to imagine that this was on purpose. The actor said in a deep, booming voice, "I only butter my buns with the very best – Holsom's Best Real Butter. Nothing says America like Holsom's Best. Melts evenly. Spread perfectly." The girls ooed and ahhed as they pawed on him and kicked up their feet. A wind machine lifted a white scarf in the air behind him and stirred the girls' hair. Todd whispered. "Oh, for God's sake. The butter is actually named Holsom? Really?"

The door chimes like a tiny bell in a fairytale, and a wall of warm—garlic, oregano, something tomato-buttery—hits me like a hug from an aunt who insists I’m too skinny no matter what the scale says. Todd is easy to spot: big laugh, bigger shoulders, and three boys orbiting him like planets. He’s out of his shop polo tonight in a henley that clings to the fact that he lifts engines for fun. Beside him, a woman with a halo of auburn hair waves like we’ve been friends since seventh grade. This must be Angie. “Look who it is!” Todd booms, standing like a proper southern grandma to greet me. “Guys, this is Holland. Be gentle. She’s new.”

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

"Are you feeling okay, Katherina?" "Yes, Aunt. I'm feeling great," she mumbled, picking up the cutlery. Idris approached Nadia, moving away from the table. "Don't bring up the topic of that guy from the train," Idris requested, and Nadia looked at him, not understanding. "That guy's name is Tom Holland, do you remember the Hollands?" Nadia tilted her head, trying to remember. "Yes!" she exclaimed softly. "The little I remember about them, yes. Why?"

I muttered, looking away from his eyes, which held me captive. "I'll give us about 30 minutes to get beautiful." I laughed, "I can't believe you're admitting it after all this time." "Admitting what?!" Holland squinted his eyes at me. "That you think you're beautiful. I can't even be bothered, so vain." "No, I don't think I'm beautiful." He chuckles. "No, seriously, out of all my friends. Joel in our group is much closer to beautiful than I could ever be. I'm just me."

He almost drops, eyes wide as the perfect face and all freshen-up hunk Clay is in front of him. Raising his hand in a salute, Clay greeted. “Yo!” smiling with all his perfect smile, wearing a red polo shirt unbutton from its first two bottoms up. He looks gorgeously hot with his striking blue eyes, perfectly curve chin, high nose, and seductive lips. An epitome of a God that any girl would die to be near and be ‘the girl’. “What the.” As Sky unconsciously tattles, shaking his head to get the thoughts out. To the mix of the fault, unnecessary thoughts, and steamy vivid memories circling unto his mind, their eyes that laid unto each other took the worse for him.

Y city. Cottage drive, Dronz street. A handsome teenager, precisely 17 years old, smiled in satisfaction after wanking in the bath tub. He had reached orgasm and felt relieved from all the pent up tension of last week. This handsome teen was 1.7m tall, bronze skinned, had black curly hair, brown eyes and a pale red lips and a well-built stature. His six packs and muscles weren't for show. He cleaned himself up and got ready for school.