Unconventionally Attractive Novels & Stories

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

"What does that even mean, 'I am not attracted'?" “Sounds like a load of BS…” Camlo whispers with a sense of conspiracy. “It means that although he’s attractive, the fact is that I don’t really like him. But he does believe that he is the king of the media kingdom, that he has a say in ‘artistic integrity’ based on his own rigid, structured sense of art. I don’t already like being told what to do, but to tell people what to do is literally who he is.”

Terrorizing the insecure badboys with his handsome face but questionable personality. Attraction had striked me first when i laid eyes on him, he didn't appear like other boys at school. He was diffrent, far more outreached and to close to despise. He carried a certain fear when he walked around, but that never stopped the girls from swirling around him like plagues. I never liked guys who were like him, they were mostly full of themselves amd arrogant. Never once thinking about others sufferings except if it would cause them hapiness.

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.

She had such beautiful almond-shaped deep brown eyes with long eyelashes. Her lips were sinfully beautiful and plump. I had never felt like that before in my entire life. I wanted to touch her face and her lips. I was attracted to her. Oh, God!! I had never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. What was happening?? Shit !!! Don't think about her... She is not beautiful. Not at all beautiful. We reached home and my mom and mamiji were very happy to see her at home so early. They asked her to accompany them to the market but she refused saying that she had a headache. I gave her medicine and asked her to sleep. I knew she was feeling bad for being forced to marry a stranger.

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.

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"