A Beautiful Misunderstanding Novels & Stories

Roman She looked so beautiful while fast asleep. Her little snores soared throughout their room and as always she had already yanked the blanket to her side of the bed. So typical of Mikaella! He wiped away the stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. The pinkish and purplish part of her skin on the neck made him ashamed. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind last night. The sudden urge to make her his yesterday was great.

Atticus Two Months Later The hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent. Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

"Why are you staring at me like that?" "Because you're beautiful and I'm enjoying your sass." he says, and I blush even more, getting lost into his eyes. I don't know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him. Not breaking eye contact, I say, "You're beautiful, too," I realize how stupid that sounded, so I attempt to recover, "I mean, uh, you're handsome, but not that you don't already know, okay, um," I am now even more red, severely embarrassed and stuttering profusely. "Shut up, now, Lesha." I tell myself, shaking my head, knowing that it's too late. I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the

“Something devastating must have happened. I know. I recognize the signs, because I see so much of myself in you.” My throat had stopped working the moment she began to speak. Her dark catlike eyes were deep. That mysterious aura around her was deep. And I could see a part of myself in her sometimes too. For the first time in never, I could feel that she somehow understood how fucking messed up I was without me saying a word. She tentatively raised her hand to touch my jaw, “You are a gorgeous man. But the most beautiful people endure the ugliest types of pain. Everyone might see you as something else, but I can see that you are largely misunderstood. Because I am misunderstood a lot too.”

“Of course! Thank you, Miss Julia.” She fiddled with her phone and then handed it to me, her smile apologetic. I glanced at the screen, noting how perfect the lighting and composition were. Alex was already stepping away, his frustration palpable. He didn’t take a glance back and I did not care. “Really sorry for the misunderstanding.” I said to Gladdys who utterly didn’t show she felt offended. “It’s fine, Miss Julia.” She smiled. Returning my gaze to the phone, the image was striking. The ivory of my dress shunned under the boutique lights, while Alex’s dark suit provided a stunning look. Together, we looked like a couple straight out of a fairy tale. It was indeed beautiful.

Gaby said. “You know what, Gaby, there was this film that my grandma always watched. She told us why she loved watching this. The story refers to two women who have had accidents. One was gorgeous and the other not much, but you can’t tell who because of their ruined face. So, that not-so-beautiful woman had the brains of the beautiful woman who died in the accident. The beauty had a husband and has memories of flashbacks.”

He couldn’t look away from the beautiful work of art in front of him. Her eyes, her nose, and her lips illuminating under the moonlight, they are all beautiful. Love itself is beautiful, Lance thought. As he stared at her gorgeous face, songs of heaven buzzed in his ears. Perhaps, he fell for her deeper than he could imagine. With a sigh, Jane looked away from Lance and hugged her knees. “But it is sad,” Jane murmured. “What?” Lance asked. “How people misunderstood each other by keeping secrets,” Jane said, lowering her eyes.

No, not one, but countless! She was now the girl who was burnt to a crisp by lightning and was covered in black ash! Her brain went blank. "Have a cup of tea and calm down." Beau thoughtfully poured her a cup of tea. "You don't have to feel embarrassed." He slightly curled his lips. "I have also suffered a lot of misunderstanding." "Ugly, disfigured, and abused his wife. He's a pervert." Beau poured himself another cup of tea gracefully. "Compared to this..."