Why'd You Have To Be So Cute Novels & Stories

Even if you choose Gerald, you should choose the attached Madame and violin that are commensurate and beautiful, of course. "Why do you want to be with me? Even though I'm not beautiful." "It's not pretty." I immediately pulled Gerald's nose in irritation. Always. "So what the reason exactly?" "Because you're cute." "Cute?" Why do I feel like a Peppa Pig now because I'm cute?

Arturo smirked, cracking up. “It's not my fault that I love food more than I love myself,” I giggled. “You're so fucking cute, babe,” he grinned. “Stop calling me cute,” I shot back. “I'm a grown woman. I'm sexy, not cute.” “You're so fucking cute when you get mad,” he laughed. “Stop calling me cute!” I scolded. “What if I told you you're sexy and cute, babe?” “Ehhhhh,” I replied sarcastically. “I guess I can roll with that.”

Adam brushed his hair to the side while facing the mirror, he has a cute smile on. "Why can't you just stop being cute? It makes me sick." Nancy scoffed, walking into the room fully. Adam turned to her with a smile. "I can't stop being cute because I need girls to drool over me and I want to remain the hottest guy in school without giving anybody a chance to take my place, not even my friends." Adam snapped facing the mirror again. "Why did you sound odd, you don't sound okay at all." She said observing his facial expression.

My wire-framed glasses were the perfect allegory for my personal philosophy: the bare minimum of fuss that was needed for things to be functional. Kevin wilted under my glare. "Fine, you actually look really cute," he said, then glanced away. I knew he was trying to be nice, but it only made me angrier. Cute. That word haunted me like none other. No matter how hard I tried, it was hung on me. I'd had boyfriends in high school and college. Not one of them ever called me sexy or hot or beautiful. But cute? I had more of that than I could spend.

“He called you cute.” I froze with a bag of rice in my hands. Then I turned slowly. “He called me cute?” Jace shifted his face slightly so one eye was visible, and it looked deeply offended on principle. “Yes.” I stared for a second, then, against my will, laughed. Jace’s visible eye narrowed. “Why is that funny.” “Because Rory calls everyone cute,” I said, still laughing a little. “He calls Micah cute when Micah frowns.”

he explained himself. I had a feeling that this date... appointment was almost over and I didn't really like that. What was wrong with me? "Of course. Can I ask you... what made you change your mind and decide to help me? I mean you seemed like you would definitely reject my proposal" "Well, you seemed a little weird at first, but you are cute, so I said 'Fuck it!'" I never thought that was the reason. I belived I humiliated myself in front of him. I had no idea... I was cute... no man ever called me that. Sexy I got, nice I got, bitch I got too many times, but cute?

That made his smile shift slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that from me. “Maybe if you also smile from the heart, you’ll see how cute you are,” he said. I blinked once. Then frowned. “I hate cute,” I said immediately. “Dogs and cats are cute. I don’t want to be cute. I prefer being a bad person.” I tried to smile from the heart after saying that. Tried. It felt strange on my face. Like I was wearing something that didn’t belong to me. Jacob didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss it. He just watched me carefully. Like he was seeing something I wasn’t.

“Girl lately you've been attracting dangerous people I don't know what's wrong with you.” I scoffed at her, “ Well it's not my fault that I'm cute you know.” She smiled at that and faced her front, “It's not your fault.” This is so fucked up.

I say as I smile and look out of the window. "No you are not." Ryan says as he drives and I look at him. "How do you know?" I ask. "Because I know you. Well how was the experiment?" He asks. "Good. But it has side effects." I say as I pout. "Like being cute." Ryan says with boyish grin. "No. Hiccups. Didn't you saw or hear it? How can they be cute?" I ask with pout. "Well you can make them cute with your cute face." Ryan says as he pokes his finger at my cheek.

What the hell did he mean by cute? “So is a flustered Nirvana.” He added and Nirvana quickly took many steps back, putting enough distance between them as her hand instinctively flew up to cover her red cheeks. “Call me that once again and I will kill you,” she seethed, trying to get herself under control. He straightened and cocked a brow in amusement. “What? Cute?” “I would fucking kill you.” She swore, before she cleared her throat and looked at him seriously. “Why did you do things for me for free? You said you don’t do that for others.”