Unconventionally Attractive Mga Nobela at Kwento

My heart was racing so fast and it was not like I was being anxious or scared, it was because I was feeling very excited. Atlas was talking about the other section of this contract that I had read. The one where he had spoken about how active and intimate he was with his sexual life. It was not anything scary but apparently he liked to be intensely passionate, explore and spend a lot of time indulging. “I don’t have a problem with it.” I assured him and then after giving it a thought, I added. “As far it’s nothing unhealthy and polygamous.” Atlas chuckled and I decided that i really loved hearing him do that.

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

“Ha. You might, but I probably won’t.” “Why do you say that?” “Jackie, I’ve said it before. I’m not a raving beauty. I’m not a sophisticated sex kitten. And personality wise, I’m boring,” Patty said bluntly. “If a man is attracted to me, they’re usually bums, users, or complete weirdos. At one time, I was a magnet for worthless men. If there was a freak or a bum within a fifty-mile radius, they were attracted to me.”

It was extremely apparent with the way he responded to my touch; whatever he felt for me at the time was not that of attraction in any shape or form. No surprise there, I never attract men like that, the selfless, confident, handsome, chivalrous kind never seem to find me attractive at all, must be my clumsy awkward manner. Sure, I was no super model, but my deep brown feline like eyes were not too bad. Not to mention my god given high cheek bones, dimples and straight white teeth no to mention legs for days thanks to my dad’s height where nothing to sleep on. Ok so I had gotten a little heavy over the years but at least I was curvy my breasts are full and perky, I may not have a barbie wais

There goes his evil smile again! “Of course not! But, but…… only when there are people right.When there are people looking! Then…. then we don’t need physical contact where there’s non with us! Right?” “Well, yes. So don’t worry. I ain’t even attracted to you, you know?You’re not my type. It seems that you don’t know how to brush your hair, you don’t have a sense of fashion, well you do have. But it still doesn’t pass on my standards of a woman. I can say you’re pretty, but not quite. You’re a not so special woman.”

Goddess, the way humans will gawk at a supernatural being, not knowing what we are. We get it. As supernatural beings, we are better looking than the average human. But damn, is it annoying to get stared at. You’d think as a bachelor, a pansexual one at that, I’d not mind the attention. No matter how many attractive men or women have approached me in the last three years, I always tell them no. My heart isn’t in it.

“It’s not like I asked him to be with me.” Annie’s face contorts, obviously not liking my answer. She lifts her hand up and squeezes air. Probably imaging it was my face she was squeezing the life out off. “You’re so…look. Just in case you’ve forgotten, we may be wearing dirty clothes, we may be smeared with dirt and grime, and we may not look as refreshed for so long, but we are still consorts. We are attractive to almost everyone, that’s why we were chosen and made as consorts to begin with. Obviously, a man would be willing to help a beautiful woman.”

I look at Joel and laugh. "He's growing on you, isn't he?" I ask while we make our way outside. "He's a good guy, I guess, but can't he look a little disheveled or have fewer muscles or something?" I bite my lip and shrug. "I don't know if you want him to look disheveled. That's what women call the bedroom look, and it's hot." His arm tightens around me, and I have to turn so he can't see me laughing.

The hot spring was very restful, and his body was relaxed, but the tightness in his chest still lingered like a dark cloud. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. "Why are you daydreaming and not saying anything?" Christopher frowned subconsciously. "Say what?" "You… never mind. Hey, take a look at that beauty." Ethan's radar-like eyes detected a curvy beauty in the distance. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and her hair was silky. Excited by his discovery, he commented, "It's very common to find girls with beautiful faces and fair skin, but it's rare to find those with the perfect figure these days. The current aesthetic promotes unhealthy body image, and all the girls blindly follow it unti