Unconventionally Attractive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He kept stealing the bigger bites and pretending it was an accident. Next stop was a unisex boutique we both loved; equal parts edgy and comfy, with music that made you feel cooler just for walking in. The kind of place where everything looked like it belonged in an aesthetic I*******m post. We went a little crazy. I grabbed high-waisted jeans, a couple of oversized graphic tees, a cropped hoodie for “casual but cute” days, and a plaid skirt I absolutely did not need but emotionally required. I also found a pair of chunky sneakers in off-white that screamed senior year energy.

"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:

“My alpha? Are you okay? Wasn't she to your satisfaction? Do you want me to bring someone else?” “No, don't bother.” I let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I have a question.” “Okay?” “Is it natural not to feel attracted to a naked woman?” “Uhm…. Yeah. I believe so.” “You think so?” I gave him an incredulous stare. "Well... Unless the person is sick, however, I doubt that's the case with you. You are not sick, so it can be just... Well, one of those things." He chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

I knew my fantasies were getting out of hand, but I tried to convince myself they weren't unethical because no one was getting hurt. Taylor Stern was undeniably attractive, and I found myself drawn to her. I experienced a similar attraction to Candace Salata when she started last year. We had the same prep period, and waiting in line for the photocopier had given us a chance to connect over our shared professional interests and sense of humor. That was a real attraction. But with Taylor, it was more physical. She had an undeniable body, and she liked to show it off. While I wasn't exactly her target audience, I still found myself watching her. It felt like I was owed at least a little someth

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.

Bella: “You’re really supporting this? Annie, come on!” Annie: “Think about it—two attractive people with a not so good history, forced into a marriage, under the same roof, pretending to be in love. Forced kisses, shared bed, vulnerability… of course attraction’s gonna build. Either sweet, romantic attraction, or the ‘I hate you so much I wanna fuck you’ kind. Totally normal.” Bella: “We are not in a romance book Nessa ! Here’s the thing, you’ve just been single and celibate too long, that’s it! How long has it been again?”