A Beautiful Person Is Novels & Stories

Now, that was below the belt! Sa tanang buhay niya ay ngayon lang siya nainsulto ng bonggang bongga. Alam niyang maganda siya. Hindi lang naman panglabas para sa kanya ang depinasyon ng pagiging maganda. A woman who's confident and who's smart enough to carry herself can be considered beautiful. Kung sa panglabas ngalang naman ang pagbabasihan ay alam niyang sampung beses ang lamang nito sa kanya.

Kumuha ako sa isang kahon ng isang pirasong papel na naglalaman ng aking tanong na dapat kong sagutin "So here is your question, What is the most important the outer beauty or Inner Beauty? Why?" Ngumiti mo na ako bago sumagot "Thank you for that wonderful question, The most important is inner beauty because Inner beauty simply refers to the personality of a person, including their mind and characters. Outer beauty means the look of a person. The looks of the person can easily changer not fade but the attitude will stay." I answered confidently and give them a natural smile,the audience applaude me for my answer

A girl with a blonde curly hair emphasized her innocence in a deep-cut white V-neck dress, adorned with elegant jewelry, which further highlighted her sophistication. Gayunpaman, ang mukhang iyon ay hinding-hindi nakalimutan ni Nenita kahit isang beses niya lang iyon nakita. Her face as beautiful as a painting. Her flawless skin. With her densely captivating and enchanting visuals, she is look like a doll. Ganyan ilarawan ni Nenita ang babae—ang babaeng minsan ng dumaan sa buhay ni King at ngayon ay muling nagbabalik.

natatawang sabi niya na kinakunot ng noo ko. "Impossible?" "Yes. She's very beautiful, smart and kind as they said. Masungit minsan pero mukha lang naman masungit. Nakakaintimidate din. Masyadong interesting ang pagkatao niya. Gusto ko man siyang makilala, wala naman ibang masabi 'yung mga kaibigan ko. She's really a deep person." Naks naman! Interesting pala, e. "'Yung mga kaibigan niya? Ba't 'di mo tanungin?"

"Beauty is pain," sabi nila. Pero mali sila. Beauty is expensive. And terrifying. And apparently, it involves a woman named Madame Leona pulling my hair so tight I could feel my brain stretching. "Chin up, darling! Don't slouch!" Madame Leona barked, slapping my shoulder lightly.

And that made her dangerously addictive. Tumingin siya muli sa katabi niya. Half of her face was buried by her long, flowing hair. Her lips are delicate and barely parted. Her skin was perfect, almost shining beneath the mild light of the dashboard. Her curves were modest, beautiful, and dangerous. She was not the type of beauty that men flaunted. She was the type of beauty they bled for. At doon niya napansin ang isang bagay.

Mawawala ng walang paalam pero bigla na lang susulpot mula sa kung saan. Pala-isipan pa rin sa'kin. Hindi ko naman itinatanggi na attracted ako sa kanya. I mean, who would not? She's beautiful—no. Not that. Her beauty is beyond beautiful. She's exquisite. Her beauty is bizzare even her attitude and mood swings. Hindi ko ipapatalo iyon. I don't know anything about her except that she's Sorandelle Artemis Dela Vega, one of the most youngest billionaire in Asia.

Malaman lang ako pero hindi ako baboy gaya ng sinasabi ng iba riyan na inggit sa ganda ko. I am Pretty Diozza Gonzales. Call me Diozza , para diyosang-diyosa. Sabi kasi ng nanay ko na si Beauty Queen Gonzales, ako raw ang pinakamagandang sanggol noong ipinanganak ako. O, di ba! Iba rin ang nanay ko. Ang galing manghula, siyempre kanino ba naman ako magmamana, e di sa kanya.

Natigilan agad ako nang may mapagtanto. The woman was beautiful. She dressed well and she talked well. She’s also sexy and tall. Mukhang mas matangkad sa akin nang mga tatlong pulgada lang siguro. She looks perfect. Aminado akong maganda siya, ngunit alam kong mas may ganda naman ako kaysa sa kanya kapag wala itong makeup. “Tita Brianna,” Davvy immediately ran into my direction at hinila ako sa sala.

Tila naging senyales ‘yon sa kanya para tuluyan nang tumayo sa inuupuan at lumapit sa akin. “Hey, Miss Beautiful,” aniya nang nasa harapan ko na. Naging mapaglaro ang ngiti ko sa labi. “Hey.” “Are you alone?” Umiling ako. “I’m with my friend.” “But I don’t see anyone with you.” Palihim akong napabuntong hininga. Malamang ay abala na si Carla sa ibang bagay. At ang ibig sabihin ko sa 'ibang bagay' na 'yon ay boys!