A More Beautiful Question Novelas e Histórias

I saw the tip of her ears turn pink and her cheeks was a light a shade of pink. "Yeah?" Jake asked in a cheery voice. "What name do you think is more beautiful. Beauty or Navaeh?" Jake looked up at me and I shook my head pointing at Beauty's head. "Don't look at her! Be trustful and tell me, which one do you think is more beautiful?" She asked and I sighed. "Uh, it's... You're Beauty?" He asked and she nodded her head her ponytail swinging freely and her eyes now big and wide as a Doe's.

he said to me Beauty leaned into my ears “and you say the Alpha is not in love with you?” I turned and glared at her and she giggled before she stood straight. I turned my attention back to Lucas, who was still standing there waiting for me to answer his question. “Are you going to make me repeat my question?” he asked me to which I feigned ignorance. “What question?” I asked him with a smile. “The one about the minions….” Beauty replied and I facepalmed myself, I turned to her and she shrugged at me with a smile.

Conversations she wanted to have without turning them into leverage. She began to move differently. Not forward. Not upward. But deeper. And depth, she was learning, had its own momentum. One afternoon, Alessandro asked her a question she hadn’t expected. “Do you ever miss wanting more?” he asked. She considered it carefully. “No,” she said. “I think I just stopped confusing ‘more’ with ‘better’.” He reached for her hand. “Good,” he said. “Because you look like someone who finally knows what stays when everything optional is removed.”

She said in a sad, hurtful tone. “That can't be true, surely you must have met a nice guy." “No I haven't, they are all jerks. Please tell me this, am I beautiful?" “Sure you are. Very beautiful in fact." “Really? So if for instance you were not dating Sandra, would you find me attractive?" That question was awkward, I didn't know what to answer her. “I don't know...You are beautiful and any guy will be attracted to you for sure." “You really think so?"

A beautiful plan. The perfect annihilation.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

“well I’m guessing you’re asking because I took a huge spoon of ice-cream, well it has been forever since I took something as nice as this, and mom makes sure to come search my freezer, and shelf, once In a while so... there you have your answer” “well you’re supposed to finish up a story, just so you know” I look at her, as she uses her pinkie finger to scratch her jaw. She looks so beautiful without make-up, her beautiful skin glowing in the mini light from the open curtain, even her mom, jean looks so nice from the waist side, and I’m thinking it is her brand, I look at her a plan popping into my head. “hey what if you make a video of you wearing this trouser, and the you show your skin a

“No. If you’re really curious, you could just ask around.” Adela blinked. “Seriously? Never? Like, not even a tiny crush?” “Nope. Weird, huh?” Super weird, yeah! She believed him—Layson wasn’t the type to lie, especially about something like this. Still, it made her blink in disbelief. “Then… why me?” she asked. “You’ve met tons of gorgeous women. I’m definitely not the most beautiful. Plenty of women have thrown themselves at you. So why me?” Layson smirked lazily. “You’re right. I’ve met a lot of beautiful women. You’re not the most stunning.”

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

Quinn throws. "Pretty could never describe to how beautiful she is." Benedict answers. My. Heart. Is. Dead.