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

she said, tilting her head. I didn’t respond. “It’s good,” she added after a moment. “Like you’re finally coming into your own.” I looked at her, then at my tea, and waited. Because with Serena, compliments always came with knives. And sure enough, she twisted one a second later. “You’re not… thinking about getting the surgery again, are you?” Her tone was soft—too soft. Like she was offering concern instead of cruelty. But I heard it. The reminder. You were ugly once. You fixed yourself for love. And it still wasn’t enough.

He tries to hold himself and he fights hard to stop laughing. “ I have never seen blush before. It was so cute and funny I couldn't help it.” He lightly chuckles. I was already working on calming myself but after his comment... I don't think that will be happening soon “ No one has ever called me cute.” I voice my thoughts out loud. “ Cause you love giving off this tough persona that you can beat everyone ass. So how can they call you cute if they are afraid of you?” I tilt my head as I watch him finish what he putting on.

He laughed and I glared at him. “I’m not that tall but seriously? You’re comparing me to a little girl in here blanket? How impressive Mr. CEO.” I said. “Well, it’s a cute little girl anyway.” He said. “And you think that would make me feel better? Don’t you think cute is used to describe something like dogs and kittens?” I said. “Well, to me you are cute,” He said. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you.” “Oh, you’re gaining on this whole corny joke things.” I said.

“See, that’s why I love you. You’re so caring. Why don’t you love me? Dante isn’t even cute.” I turned bright red. “Shut up.”

“No! Ew!” “‘That caffeine will age you, baby girl, mark my word! You’re such a beauty now. And young. Oh, to be young again… To have your figure, your skin. I’d take good care if I were you, I would. Unfortunately, men notice the package first, you know.’” In spite of her nagging, warmth laced Serena’s words. “You’re still a beauty, Mom. You’re still gorgeous. I know Dad thinks so. You’ll always be his Little Dove.”

“You can’t even say the word.” “I can say it!” I shot back. “Sex, sex, sex, sex—“ “Alright, you proved your point,” Nate said, glancing around the cafeteria before giving me a teasing smile. “Cute.” I tensed at that word. Cute? I was tired of being called cute. I didn’t want to be cute. It was time for me to be taken seriously, and not patted on the head like some puppy. “Can I think about it?” Nate asked. At least it was better than nothing.

I'm pleased that I've ruffled him for once. “Ok, why do I like you? Well, you are funny, sweet, witty, cute - “ “Cute!” I say, miffed. “What’s wrong with cute?” “Babies are cute. Puppies are cute. Grandmothers are cute. I am not cute,” I say, huffing a little. Carter laughs for a few seconds. “Ok, ok. Not cute. How about pretty?” “I’ll accept it,” I say, mollified.

“Oh~ okay, our cutie Jean, you’re not just cute, but the cutest! Haha~” I held my stomach as I burst out into another laughter again. I think this male lead in front of me doesn’t want to be called cute, and that’s just funny. I mean, I already told him he was very handsome so he must be thinking he was less handsome when I told him he was cute. But that doesn’t make any sense at all, right? I mean, it’s not that bad to be called cute. Well, that might feel different if one doesn’t feel he’s not cute but super handsome, like this male lead in front of me.

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

Then she heard Chloe say weakly, "Because I'm too cute, and people might pinch my cute face." Anne thought to herself, ‘That is a pretty good reason!’