Unconventionally Attractive Novels & Stories

"You're very attractive." I snorted. "Attractive? More like tragically awkward. I mean, look at me—no make-up, dull personality, and a side of self-doubt!" "You really should examine yourself more closely. You've got those green-amber eyes that attract people like moths to a flame, and your hair, please! That stunning mane of red waves stands out in a sea of boring blondes and browns. And that witty attitude you flaunt like waves? You're truly one of a kind."

I will take care of everything. I return to my darling. He starts introducing me to the newcomers. But the arrival of one person catches my attention, not just mine, but everyone else's, for the person who appears has such charisma; he is beautiful enough to make a god pale. He is an African American man, with a caramel chocolate complexion; my god, he is magnificent. Auracio follows my gaze and sees this specimen from the world of gods; he is handsome, I must admit. The newcomer comes towards us and introduces himself:

I rolled my eyes. "Jerk," I said. "Because I'm ugly?" Why did I even ask him this question?! "I never said you were ugly. I just stated that you are unattractive. There is a difference," he said. I lifted my left brow. "Ugly ladies are unattractive," I said and rolled my eyes. "That's not true," he replied as he turned his head away from me. He returned his attention to the river. "There is no such thing as an ugly person in the world. You're unattractive to me since you're not my type." I rolled my eyes once more.

I find it sort of strange to describe someone in that manner. "What?" I managed to say. "Wait, so you're not attracted to him in any way?" Blythe says seriously. "No, I'm not," I scoff. They all stare at me in confusion, completely dumbfounded including Geneva. "Are you serious?" Katana says breaking the silence. "I honestly don't know why you guys are interested in me being attracted to a boy or not. It's so creepy and I don't know why you're reacting this way. I mean it's totally normal not being attracted to anybody," I gather my things as I stand to leave.

I scoffed incredulously, feigning disdain, "What about him could possibly be considered attractive? He's a total zero in my book. And no, thankfully, he's not a relative—I don't have any ugly family members." "Ugly? Are you serious?" Anabelle's voice held a note of disbelief, as though my statement was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. "He's easily one of the most attractive guys I've ever seen." "If you think he's attractive, then you've clearly been looking at sloths," I retorted sharply. "Fine, maybe he's another of the sloths," Ruby conceded, "But we need to know his name because right now, that 'sloth' looks very, very delicious.”

Rahman announces, moving from the window to come across the room and help himself to my iced tea. I scowl at him and poke him in the ribs. " He may be closer to the thruth than he realizes." I tell sanjil with a smile. " All artists seem to be crazy to some extent, it shows in different ways. Some cut off their ears, some turn into hermits. And some, like yours truly." I motion at myself. " Choose to show case their art through irregular and unconventional mediums." Rahman snorts. " Codswallop." He announces.

“Who yah’ banging, girl?’ A door clicks on the side before I turned around and face whoever sounds like drowned in meths in the middle of the night in an abandoned village. His hair is long, his sharp jaw looks like it never met a razor in the past years, and his sculpted body which is surprisingly attractive, for he looks like someone who doesn’t hit the gym. “ So,” the long-haired guy said to me, raising his beer in hand. “ Whom are you looking for, lady?”

And more recently, James, of course. I’d been intimidated by him at first. How could I not? What with his dark billion-dollar looks and his no-nonsense demeanor. I wasn’t used to people like him. His type used to make me want to run in the opposite direction and hide. He was both sexy and dangerous, the kind a girl like me should steer clear of. Though I couldn’t deny the fact that, at the same time, I was overwhelmingly attracted to him. It was something I could never explain or fully understand myself. Attraction worked in mysterious ways. Why I found James so attractive and not William and Matt, though they were extremely handsome in their own rights, was beyond me.

Lucas looked at Layla's photo before looking up at Irene's serious face. "Just because she is pretty, I have to like her/" "Uh… you're right. You're not like ordinary people. I'm so ugly, yet I have never once seen you disgusted." Irene kept her phone. A new thought suddenly sprang into her mind. "Mr. Lucas, do you like ugly people?" Irene had read an article on people who had an ugly fetish, and this new information was what inspired her question. There are so many people on this earth. There would surely be people who have different aesthetics than ordinary people.

Mason raised his eyebrows in the back row, and Jax let out a low whistle. "Go ahead, Ivy," Liya whispered, stepping back to let me take the first slide. I gripped the podium until my knuckles turned completely white, staring straight past the front rows, straight at the boy in the back. "When we talk about attraction," I began, my voice amplified by the microphone, echoing loudly across the room, "we usually focus on compatibility. But psychologically, there is a much stronger driver: the thrill of breaking rules and keeping secrets." In the back row, Leo slowly tilted his head. A tiny, dangerous smirk began to grow on his lips, his dark eyes locking onto mine with absolute intensity.