She Is Still Cute Today 소설 & 이야기

Her perfectly curved shape was properly aligned on the table. For a moment I couldn't get my eyes off her body. Her ginger hair lay across her face, but she was still unconscious. “Why is she this gorgeous?” I whispered, gasping for breath. I wondered why she's this pretty even when she's sick, her lips were paler than they used to be. Yet she was very pretty. I shaked the thought out of my head, I shouldn't lust in mere attraction. “How's she doing now,” i voiced out.

She replied. Huh? She sounded so sure about who was texting her. And, did she just call me cute? I blushed a little, then got serious again as if she could see my face from here. "Cute? I am not cute. Sexy, hot, and handsome? Absolutely, yes. But definitely not cute. And are you saying someone "cute" can't be a serial killer?" I asked. "You are not one. If you were, you are one hot serial killer. A nice way to catch your victims." She replied.

“You actually like any of these, or are you just pretending to be interested because you think I'm still mad?” I laugh softly, shaking my head. “I like them. Especially the one of you with the peace sign. It’s... cute.” Her eyes narrow. “Cute? Is that the only word you could use?” I grin. “What? You don’t want to be called cute now?” “I’d prefer stunning or gorgeous.” Her teasing tone tells me she’s starting to relax. “Well, stunning,” I say, leaning a little closer, “if it makes you feel better, I was thinking that too. Just didn’t want to inflate your ego.”

She hesitates, and I say, “Don’t worry. You’ll stay in the room with me.” That gets a big sigh out of her, and she nods. “Okay.” After a few more bites of her dinner, she asks, “Why are you doing this? You’re being nicer to me today.” “Because today is a good day.” Jade giggles and digs into her meal. We finish, and I help her into a green dress that brings out the color of her eyes. It fits her body perfectly, hugging her curves in the right places. Her hair is easier to tackle, and I pack it into a messy bun.

She preferred keeping things simple. "Yeah, this is more like it. But I didn't do a very perfect job anyway." she told her. "I'm not good enough, maybe you can take care of it later; but this ought to do for now. How do you look?" she asked innocently, with a cheerful high-five. "Gosh, I look terrible." "Affirmatively." "But it's still ok. It's fun pretending at times. Although I enjoy being the way I've always been all the days of my life. But I think being blonde really suits me. Or what do you think?"

"Delete that." "Why?" I chuckled. "You look cute." She rolls her eyes and sat on one of the benches. I wasn't lying when I said that about Audrey. I took a picture of her when she wasn't ready, hair drenched and all yet she still looks as stunning as always. I didn't even know that that was possible. So, despite the rain, I can easily say today was one of the best days of my life. Audrey really is extraordinary. Is it selfish that I only want her all to myself?

So cute. My drunk beauty ......

She’s in the same gorgeous sweat set but in a light blue colour and her dirty AF1s. She hates her glasses but personally I think they make her look adorable. She glances up at me as the computer screen reflecting in her glasses. “What?” She says. “Urm, nothing.” “I’m sure my stickers are very interesting, find a favourite?” “Ahahaha, I wasn’t looking at them.” “Ok what where you looking at then?” “Just you’re gorgeous face.” “Okay. You done staring and ready to get back into it?” Does this girl ever take a break. We haven’t stoped since we got here. Her milkshake remains untouched. She has taken a few bites of her food.

she raised her head to see me and quickly stopped the door from closing. “Hello girlfriend, you look like shit today” She commented with grin. Her petite body and cocoa brown hair that was in a pixie cut made her so cute. “Thank you” I rolled my eyes at her as I walked into the elevator and joined her. I rested my body on the wall for support and closed my eyes, I could hear the lift start moving but even opening my eyes was difficult.

I never cry but yesterday I cried my heart out, and today I’m numb. As I strut down the street, I keep my head held up despite all the stares and whispers that follow me as I move. Not one person gets a response from me – not even those who greet me. My outfit today consists of tight black leather pants, knee-high boots, and a slim white top that displays my silhouette flawlessly. While my ex would often comment on how shapely my body is, today I feel especially confident in showing off my curves. With my hair draped across my shoulders and smoky eyeshadow paired with mascara, I look hot as hell.