A More Beautiful Question Novels & Stories

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

And boy, he looks so hot when he licked his lips. "Looks like you want it straight to the point." he started. "Yea, I do." He nodded, "Okay," he took a deep breath, "Actually, I don't know how would you react with this one but let me ask you first, do you know that you are beautiful?" My mouth parted and I blinked with that unexpected question. "W-what?" "I am asking you if you know that you are beautiful." I carefully gasp for air, as the question somehow made me blush. I answer but didn't look at him.

However, in this moment of self-admiration, a realization dawns upon her—society often expects women to rely on artificial beauty products to enhance their appearance, both for their own satisfaction and to please others. Contemplating the significance of this realization, Nora ponders the pressure placed on women to conform to certain beauty standards. She questions the need for these fake beauty products and the societal expectations that surround them. Deep within, she yearns for a world where women can embrace their natural beauty without feeling compelled to rely on external enhancements.

Tehzeeb asked "You're too beautiful baby. The more I see you the more your love increased in me" "I love you to My man. But if you continue staring at me like this we won't go out again" "I think am doubting the outing,I can't take you out Cox I can't afford other men looking at my property" "Please don't do this. Let's go and come back" "I don't think so unless you promised to give me something in return" "Anything I promised in as much as we're going to go out no problem"

he said and he poured wine into a glass and then walked over to Damian who was already standing in front of me. “You know the rules…you dare not touch what belongs to me,” Damian said but the rabbit—masked man interrupted, “oh please! You made the rules doesn’t mean I follow them. I have the right to disobey whoever.” The rabbit-masked man lowered to my level and touched my face as he searched my eyes. “Besides…She’s a beautiful one. Why don’t I buy her from you? At a good price,” rabbit masked said, as he got up. I chuckled, annoyed.

"Is it selfish that I want more.?" . *

I know who she means, but is she willing to waste her questions on something this stupid? “Little vixen-” *It's my questions,” she argues. “And I want to know, who do you think is prettier?” I sigh, taking a moment to think over her question. Who is prettier? Her or my wife? What my answer is and has to be are undoubtedly be two different things. Scarlett is listed as one of the prettiest women in the more than one magazine, she's delicate, fitting all standards of beauty but Aurora? She's stunning, there's no question of comparison in my books.

I yelled in annoyance, who do they think they are to try and put me down, I won't let them. "Acting bold ey, one think is for sure no one can go from ugly to beautiful over night so there is something you're not telling us, what did you do to become this beautiful, are witches real? Did you meet one and ask her to make you beautiful? What price did you pay?" She bombarded me with questions, ridiculous questions not even giving me a chance to answer them. I opened my mouth to speak but her second minion spoke before I did "isn't it obvious what the price is, I mean she was just speaking to a flower few minutes ago." She chuckled and glared at me, I mirrored her expression.

"Fine, fine. One last question." "What?" Belle's voice shifted. The playfulness dropped away, replaced by something more practical. More serious. The tone she used when she was about to ask something important and wanted me to actually think about the answer. "Did you use protection?"