Unconventionally Attractive Novels & Stories

Caleb went against everything she had ever wanted in a man. He was going for a normal suit. Steam followed him from the bathroom as he stepped out. Suddenly she had become aware of every step he took, every move he made. She looked away and scowled herself. Her brain was acting up today, that or there was something wrong with her emotional status. There is no way how she could find this man remotely attractive. He was attractive, very attractive but not in a way she found desirable. Something had shifted and she did not like where this was heading. She liked being in control of things and Caleb was a wildcard.

Her smile turned sharp. “ Seth i would say a lot of girls think like this but you’d actually have to taaaalk to them to find out. Yeah, I know if someone is conventionally attractive… but I’m only actually attracted to them when I have a serious connection with them. And the closer I get to them, the more attracted I am.” Zey went very, very still. “…and I don’t even know you like that, Seth.” I snorted before I could stop myself.

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?”

From the status generalisation perspective, physical attractiveness should be associated with a wide range of desirable attributes in both perceptions of others and self perceptions. Similarly, like the social expectancy theory and implicit personality theory, the status generalisation theory predicts that people hold more positive expectations for attractive than unattractive others. All three theories predict that people behave more favourably towards attractive than unattractive others, and that more favourable treatment results in more favourable self-concepts for attractive people.

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

"What?" "I refuse. I am at disadvantage here. I know that you want me to be your escort, but as you know, I haven't been with a man. I am not comfortable having s*x with same gender." He stated with emphasis on each word. Knowing Raja, he knows he's sexually deranged. He refuse to be Rajas toy. All he can do is to buy time, find excuses that can slow down Raja's purpose. The psychopath still can't decipher what he is uttering just furrowed his eyebrows.

I knew she did not understand our system so I decided to explain it to her. "A rogue is a wolf that has been cast out of their pack. It is like existing without a family and root. While some become feral, some of them find a way to exist outside their society. The fact that these men have no pack means they cannot be traced," I told her, and she nodded. "In that case," she began, "Can we approach this issue as humans would?" she said, and I leaned back in my chair.

It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark. Huffing with the effort, she piled the stubborn mess on top of her head and secured it there, scowling as she looked in the mirror at herself. She wasn't blind and knew that guys found her attractive, she was a tall girl for seventeen, almost six foot and well built, for some reason she always maintained a curvy, muscular body, despite eating whatever she liked, and while other girls her age struggled with acne and baby fat, her tanned skin was always blemished free and body tight.

Soft warm lights illuminated the enormous room beautifully while the sound of ocean waves crashing outside created a peaceful atmosphere. Everything smelled expensive. Fresh wood. Wine. Masculine cologne. Sebastian. I swallowed hard again. Why did he have to look like that? I had seen attractive men before. Stephen was attractive. But Sebastian Blackwood was different. There was something dangerous about him. The way he carried himself. The confidence. The power in his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who could destroy someone completely without even trying. And somehow… That made him even more attractive. “You’re staring.”

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.