Unconventionally Attractive Novels & Stories

“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.”

“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.”

Her hair still slightly wet, strands falling over her shoulders. Her body, soft, full, unapologetically hers. And damn… It didn’t hide anything. One thing baffled me. People called her fat. Ugly. Unworthy. But what I saw… Was something else entirely. There was a charm to her. A pull. Something raw and real that no so-called “perfect” body could match. She might not fit the standard definition of beauty… But her presence? Her aura? It demanded attention. Respect. Desire.

His heart thudded violently against his ribs as he typed into the search bar: understanding attraction between men. He stared at the search results as they loaded, a cluster of psychological articles, forum threads, and advice columns filling the screen. Recognizing non-heterosexual attraction... Compulsive heteronormativity and emotional bonds... How physical proximity and emotional vulnerability shift perception… Austin’s stomach plummeted into a cold, sickening knot. A sudden, overwhelming wave of intense embarrassment crashed over him, hot and burning, rushing straight up his neck to the tips of his ears. It felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water down his spine.

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.

He called her “The Weirdo’ because by most conventional standards of femininity, she was one. She was also the purest piece of sex he’d ever set eyes on, and when he’d first spotted her, perched languidly on a stool at the other end of the bar, he’d felt an instant turbulence in his trousers. It shouldn’t have happened. Before that moment, he’d liked soft and pretty girls — gentle, pliant little creatures with masses of candyfloss curls and sweet cuddly bodies to match. But ‘The Weirdo’ didn’t have any of these attributes. In fact there was nothing soft about her at all; she was a hard bitch, and her beauty was brittle and peculiar. Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright deca

Good, she was alive and awake. “We need to get out of here. The place is on fire.” He watched as her eyes slid open. She was glaring at him. God, he loved it when she glared. He knew she couldn’t stand him. He’d made a point to be as annoying around her as possible. After all, it was all part of his character. Nathan Cruz was a self- absorbed, macho, chauvinist kinda guy. Or so he’d thought when he’d created the persona. But for the last two weeks it had been killing him to be around her. She was bossy, egotistical, and very good at her job, not to mention sexy as hell.

She didn’t what to do anymore and felt she had to consult a psychiatrist very soon. Mandy sat close to Daniella on the bed and rested her hand on her exposed ankle. “I think by now you should have gotten used to the fact that Uncle Liam is irresistible, he attracts ladies' attention at only a glance but it’s not his fault,” Mandy said her words in a low and cogent voice. ‘But I’m his daughter, he shouldn’t be attractive to me,’ Daniella retorted internally. She suddenly sat upright, facing Mandy. “Have you ever felt like fucking Uncle Crawford before?” she asked in a low expectant voice and Mandy’s eyes instantly went wide.