A Gorgeous White 소설 & 이야기

Abigail, veiled in a bridal veil, embodies the epitome of grace and elegance. Her white gown drapes softly around her, flowing like a river of silk, whispering secrets of timeless beauty. It hugs her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves with delicate precision. The intricate lacework adorning the bodice tells a story of intricate craftsmanship and devotion, much like the love that binds us together.

She takes it and starts eating with a great appetite. I just watch her and admire her beauty. She is white, with beautiful white wings. And she has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in the color of gold.

She’s stunning as she gives off a radiant glow, but I would have loved it more had she come to us being her natural self. The dress she's wearing is simple but beautiful. Made of whimsy material, it floats behind her when the wind picks up. It's white with very few details on it, but it doesn't need it because its plainness is what makes it beautiful, and add it to someone just as beautiful; you don't even notice the lack of detail. One of the things that I've always loved about Aria is that she is a simple woman.

Apart from that, it was an immaculate white, a feat that would have been totally impossible back in The Haven. "You are late!"

I refused. He stepped a bit closer and I tensed up from the inch distance between us. “You look beautiful, do you know that?” he whispered and I melted under his heated gaze. His sensual voice, his cologne….no Aury control it. You can’t be turned on right now. “Thank you,” I said, my eyes locked on the buttons of his white shirt. “Just one problem,” I looked at him as he leaned into my ear, “Your exposed skin is putting dirty ideas in my mind,”

However, in this engagement ceremony, almost everyone was captivated by her beauty. Delia wore a magnificent pure white off-the-shoulder fishtail gown that trailed gracefully along the floor, accentuating her slender waist. Behind her shoulders, two delicate lace pieces cascaded down like the beautiful wings of an elf. Her chestnut hair was meticulously styled, with numerous tiny pearls interwoven through the strands, emitting a warm radiance. A large round pearl hung delicately between her eyebrows, and her skin was even more exquisite than the pearl itself. Her lovely face resembled the moon, and the spark in her eyes shone like moonlight, illuminating the entire resplendent hall. "My Moon

“Don't touch that” “It's expensive “ A tall white woman in her late 20s approached me. From the shape of her body to the soles of her feet, you can tell she's a beauty queen. The elegance, The scent, her well-arranged teeth.silky dress. she scented like pure bliss. Money. hibiscus.Rich.Maybe Leonardo had a sister. She looked really beautiful. I walked towards her and admired her dress but she gave me a scornful look.

Damn. I shake my head rejecting the crazy idea. For heaven’s sake, I hope not. “Enjoying your inner monologue, tesoro?” I flinched at the sudden voice. I didn’t notice she was already here. Her arms crossed in front of her chest, her ample breasts almost popping out from the strain. I stood agape at the image before me. How can she keep getting more beautiful every time she wears something different? She is still wearing her favorite color white. The gown is strapless and has a huge long slit up until her hip. I could see her entire long creamy leg. Her long hair is down in loose waves. She looks… enchanting.

Further ahead she found something rather odd, some person in a rather dull white gown was seated on a stone flat surface. “Who is that?“ A voice within her wondered, she carefully trudged in the direction the peraon was As she drew clearer, it became obvious it was a woman who seemed rather odd if Lena was to go by her appearance. She had a beautiful white hair, pure white that seemed to glow in the dark, she was pale as pale as the moon and her aura emitted calm. “Who are you?“ Lena asked gently closer to her but keept some distance.

Claire asked. "Did White ever tell you how he got to charm you?" Harriet asked, turning to Claire. "Of course not. He was so blinded with his love for the cold, and I was just a girl tending to her gardens. He wanted the most beautiful flower to charm the storm, and he wanted to be kissed by her. It was all from pure emotions as of then. Well, till power corrupted him." "I forbid you to speak," White said.