Unconventionally Attractive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“Does…does everyone take part?” He smiles indulgently. “Typically, only those who are attached, or just don’t feel it, don’t participate.” “What about you?” I ask, my stomach tightening at my boldness. “No, I don’t take part. I have my reasons,” he smiles to himself. “And anyway, faking sexual attraction is one of the Underground’s major sins.” “You have your own religion, then?” I tease him. It’s thrilling, like teasing a dangerous tiger, an addictive feeling I can’t get enough of.

It’s under the asexual spectrum, a rather broad term, covering everything from those who seek no sexual touch ever to people who engage in casual sex sometimes and those who may not express sensual feelings until a deeper relationship is established first. The more I read, the more the label seems to fit me. The article last night talked of primary versus secondary sexual attraction. Apparently, primary attraction happens at first sight. You can look at a person, even a stranger on the street, and feel attracted to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. Aesthetically, I may look at someone and admire their beauty. But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing

“Trust me, sweetheart! If I was going to make love to you, you would be awake every second of it. And I will make sure it’s a night you will never forget!” Shit! Was I wrong to accuse him? Did I really just jump the gun and overreact? Is Nicholas Atkins really the gentleman he appears to be? *** A few weeks earlier… Purplish pink. Pink fading to purple. I decided this will be my color for the month. You can call me radical, weird, eccentric, or crazy. I am creative and unconventional. But then, I don’t give a fuck what others think of me. I’m not one to follow the rules or any of those social norms that everyone is expected to conform to. I respect individuality and show it in the way I dres

Hunter rubs his neck, "I mean, I feel great when I'm with you. But I'm not attracted to all men," "Do you think a straight man is attracted to all girls?" Harvey lifts a brow, "That's called having an ideal type, Hunter. I'm your type. You like men like me," Hunter nods, "Maybe you're right. Though it's going to be a challenge to find someone as annoying and overconfident as you," "I admit," Harvey laughs, "I'm a rare gem," Hunter smiles and ruffles his hair, "Thanks," "For what? Letting you fuck me?" he chuckles.

I just hope that it is nothing too serious. “I know how much you resisted last time but please reconsider my offer. I would like you to come and live in my pack, but this time the offer is only temporary as there is a reason for this request.” He starts. “What is the reason?” I ask. “There is someone poking around you, they are ruthless and use others to get what they want. And right now what they want is you, or rather what you have.” “I see, so how would moving to your pack help me?” I ask.

He looked like a professional boxer rather than a successful businessman. It was silly to form an opinion of a man she'd never met, but the more Kaia looked at his pictures, the more she felt attracted to him. Even when the guy smiled and it never seemed to reach his eyes. There was actually nothing attractive about those eyes. If anything, the cruelty lurking in them was downright ugly. The guy was handsome enough, she supposed, if one liked cold, assertive men who looked like they could snap your neck and be bored while doing it. Kaia certainly didn't like his type. But, for some reason, she had trouble dragging her eyes away. It was silly. It was just a photo. And a photo shouldn't make h

Now my thoughts were bordering on insane. Why was I feeling like this? Damien was not the first handsome man that I had come across and he would not be the last. Cassius was handsome. Even Dr. Mark Goodman did not look so bad when he was not giving me that creepy ass smile that I was sure he thought was alluring. Being attractive was woven into the genes of the supernaturals and I needed to remember that just because Damien had not caused me any physical harm, it would be unwise to lay down my guard around him.

" What is your problem?? I don't want to talk to you. What do you think of yourself?? " " Ok... I am sorry for everything. Just stay away from him. " " Why ?? He seems to be a nice man." " Looks can be deceptive. " " Yeah... I have learnt that. You looked very sweet and cute earlier but you are rude and arrogant." " Ok, yeah... I am whatever you say.. just stay away from him. " " Why do you think, I would listen to a stranger?? " " Vidhi... Will you please stop behaving like that? "

I had never been so fascinated by anyone as I was that night. Unlike most women, she didn’t stop to gawk at me or try to get my attention. I know that it sounds conceited, but I’m not used to being ignored by females or males in some situations. Hunter and the others like to tease me about my “pretty boy” looks. I won’t pretend that I don’t know that I’m an attractive man. I have been told my whole life that I’m exceptional in the looks department.