22 Novel(s) Related To Another Word For Pretty

As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

That was exactly what I wanted. “I'm really confused if decent is a way of you saying beautiful or pretty. Because if you mean decent as in modest, then you should just say so”, she said. No, I will not call you “beautiful” or “Pretty”, Olivia. “If you want me to give you a compliment so badly, you can request for it instead of talking like you deserve the compliment”, I said with a smirk on his face. “What the hell do you even mean by that?”, she asked angrily, raising her voice at me.

** You know that one girl? Everyone knows a girl like her. It seems like she's unfair, like everything about her is just... perfect. All of the words that describe a pretty girl apply to her. She's cute and adorable and beautiful and sexy. Her nose scrunches when she laughs and her eyes go wide when she's shocked or scared. Her smile could end wars. Everyone knows that girl who is just unfairly beautiful.

I mean our one and only bitch, declaring herself prettiest. Well, what can I say, "yes? Veronica, you are the prettiest you are that much pretty, that this word develops after you. This word is only for you. You are the prettiest in the world. not alone on this planet, in fact in the whole universe in whole galaxies, and you can beat aliens in front of you. I mean just look at you! who wouldn't want to be like you?" You.

He replied and she pecked him on the neck, muttering a good boy at the same time. " I'll just give you a ponytail. You'll look more prettier than you are." " Prettier?" He laughed. " Isn't that the term used for only females?" " Yes, wolfy. But you look even more good-looking than a lot of girls so I don't think there's any problem sharing that term when you look more suitable for that title." Estelle replied and he chortled again, shaking his head at her explanation.

She knew what it meant. “Hey, Pretty,” one of them said, voice slick and lazy. “Where do you think you’re going?” The other snorted, kicking at a puddle. “Pretty? Are you kidding me? What’s pretty about her?” He paused, then smirked. “Come on, at least she’s got nice legs. Look at her legs all fresh, like meat.” “Besides,” the first one grinned, teeth too white against the gray day, “you know I always say the opposite of what I mean.”

And fear means control. I leaned toward the mirror, studying my reflection. My skin looked flawless, my hair perfectly set, my nails polished to the shade I’d chosen after the last little cosmetic procedure—nothing dramatic, just enough to perfect what was already there. I traced the edge of my jaw. Smooth. Refined. Mine. And hers? Still natural. Still untouched. Still broad where she’d once been called “cute” instead of “beautiful.” She’d fix it eventually. They always did. No one stays real when they want to be loved.

Instead "is he a pretty as you?" If i had a drink i would have spluttered the whole thing out here, right on this damp soil. My face is suddenly hot. She knows, and is having trouble hiding it, by the lopsided smile that has curled it way around her lip like steam gasped out of a whistling kettle. Her teeth flashes through, and somehow crooked teeth is my new definition of vogue. "Handsome, you were trying to say handsome, right?" She gets even smug-er. " No, you are not handsome, you are pretty, like girl type of fine."

“I don’t know flowery Latin words like you, but with the amount of vocabulary I have, and the soul of language that I can comprehend… I want to say that I have never seen a man more beautiful than you…” “Handsome would be a better word choice, don’t you think?” I said. “No. Handsome means good looking and has more visual appeal, while beautiful means pretty and attractive, giving pleasure to the senses. And you, Zephyr, you pleasure all my senses... unfathomably, beautifully.” “A great philosopher once said, ‘words have no gender, just meaning that you attach to it.’ You proved it,” I said, entwining my tongue with her as she kissed me more intensely.

Harken asks, lifting his hands up as if reaching to the sky to emphasize his point. "Maybe at first, but not so much anymore. He's just another pretty face to me now." Harken wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Word of advice; most guys don't like being called pretty." "It's a figure of speech for someone whose only good quality is their attractive appearance," she says with a laugh. Harken sits up off the ground. "Do you really think he's that attractive?" "Am I blind? Yes, he is very attractive. Just because I don't have feelings towards him anymore, doesn't mean his looks have gone away."

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God. What begins as a mistake turns into a quiet war between restraint and desire, faith and flesh, obedience and want. And when temptation lives under the same roof, avoiding it becomes impossible. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Some are crossed anyway. This book is part of the Forbidden Allure series, but it can be read as a standalone. Book 1: My Jerk stepbrother Book 2: His pretty sin

She wanted to curse too. Is that even human speech?! And—what do they mean she’s “not that pretty”?!

"Has she been imbibing?" I do not wish to have a lush as the future mother of my child. Both women continue to smile mysteriously at me. So, I proceed, indignant. "I must say, ladies, I take offense at being called pretty and delicious. If you should remain constant in your desire to consider me solely as your eye candy, might I suggest you consider using more masculine descriptions? For example, I prefer handsome, or dashing. I can't imagine what, delicious, has to do with me. Besides, the adjective, pretty, is a descriptor for women. Like you, Aline."

“You look too pretty to be a fighter. I would have expected something a little less aggressive.” I nearly choked. Pretty. My wolf was delighted. I was never letting her forget that. “Pretty?” “I would rather use pretty instead of handsome. I can’t pump your ego anymore than it already is. Like come on, one would even think that you’re enjoying this.” She said, and I chuckled. “What if I am?” “Then I might need to change that. I can’t have you thinking that I would be willing to go all soft on you simply because we are talking.” She said, making me laugh.

"You have a sister? Is it just as pretty? " I only managed to hide my blush by letting my hair fall in front of my face and looking around the street as if interested in the area. Pretty. He called me pretty. I've been called a lot of things in my life, including guys, but no one had ever called me pretty. To hear that was ... nice. "Wynn is the pretty one of the two of us." I looked at him briefly, only to look away again. "I can not imagine that."

"Sure, polite. Got it." She dressed deliberately. Her softest black tank hugged her curves like silk, showing the arch of her waist and the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with snug jeans that framed her hips and long legs. Her dark curls were tamed into a high ponytail that bounced with every step. She bit her lip in the mirror, spritzed the faintest vanilla-amber perfume on her neck, and smiled. She wasn’t just going to drop off herbs. She was going to be seen.

Since in the business and noble circle, women whom are pertained to as pretty are often the kind of women who would gladly hop onto another man’s bed to climb up the social ladder with wealth and power. It was also the term that he used to mentioned with Gina years back… it was a term that he never dares to use nor speak of ever again.

Nothing more, nothing less. The next was; Hot. A word most common amongst dirty men, drunkards, and people who just want to get into your pants. They also look at your body and nothing else. Likewise, you could be called pretty, it was actually really sweet. It meant you had a good facial look. Usually, you didn't have blemishes or anything of that sort.

“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.”

However, when she saw a pretty woman, she would call them beautiful. Sigrid quickly said to Tianna, "I'm sorry, baby. Mom is dumb. I taught you the wrong word. Actually, if you see a good looking man, you should call them 'handsome'! It is like how you always praise Mom and all your aunts and call us 'beautiful'. So, for men, you say 'handsome', not 'ugly'!" Tianna was a little confused. "Aren't I supposed to say 'ugly'?"