A Beautiful Misunderstanding Novels & Stories

I asked with a flushed face. Rebecca shook her head with a smile and said, "It's okay. I'm very happy to know you and be your friend. At first, I thought about how special a girl named Kei was. But now I know why Kenan made you someone special. You are a very beautiful girl, Kei." Rebecca never stopped praising Kei's beautiful face. "No way! You are too much," I said, still unable to shake off the embarrassment caused by the misunderstanding earlier. ***

that night was actually "Hannah" Hannah took out a lighter and flicked it on and off, then asked Joe, "Do you want to hear the story of me and Foster?" If possible, I naturally wished to know about the things between you and Mr. Carroway, and I also hoped that the misunderstanding between you could be resolved. With a click, a blue-purple flame lit up, and Hannah looked at the flame, saying, "You are mistaken, there was no misunderstanding between him and me." The lighter had been lit for quite a while, and the burning sensation on Hannah's thumb felt so real that she couldn't help it. She finally let go of the lighter and said, "The situation between him and me is not as complicated as you

A hug that someone else already has is no longer a pretty thing. They both cried silently. Hidden. Mutual misunderstanding about flavors that should complement each other. * * * Please give this story input in the form of comments and stars. Thank you :)

she smiled and exited the place like nothing had happened. The crowd made some noises, and some were laughing. Beauty looked at me, showing me the box in her hand. "She's your cousin?" "Yeah, the most crazy one." I shook my head. Beauty looked at the box in hand, and I did the same. She looked confused as she looked back at me and instantly put it inside my pocket. "Your cousin is very stunning, Mr. DJ. The Mondragons, indeed, are a breed of handsome and beautiful faces," one reporter said amongst the crowd.

I laugh under the driving rain, hand in hand with a stranger in red. Our eyes lock. Time seems to stretch, suspended in the crackling of the downpour. I see her pupils dilate slightly, her smile soften. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Not perfect. Alive. Intense. Real. My heart starts beating at a frantic pace, which has nothing to do with the dance.

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