A More Beautiful Question Novelas e Histórias

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙖 𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩.

”you should date a beautiful and normal girl . ......”Tch!what do you want to benefit in dating a deaf girl and do you even know about her illness ?you are not serious at all .......” Illness ???!!!! ....”and do you even know about her illness ?” Illness ! What illness ? Or is the lady just messing with his head ? He quickly messaged her Ben-Where are you ?

For her,those were the qualities a woman should possess to become the little miss' step mother. Lily pondered over the questions, ofcourse her beautiful sister was that and much more. " My beautiful sister is beautiful, good at cooking,kind and caring. She is also good at telling jokes." Lily explained with pride. Their short stay yesterday Made her love her beautiful sister even More. " That's good then. You should bring her here one of these days." Aunt Meng replied. If Lily was satisfied with this so called beautiful sister, then she must be an extraordinary person. Afterall, their Lily was a picky person and to catch her attention was a hard task.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

"That is... is it lipstick?!" "Oh my!" The crowd was making noise for the young lady that will follow the man, her beautiful hand and then a slender arm came to the view as her gorgeous pair of feet came to the view. However, the woman that they were expecting was not there, instead, a rare beauty, almost breathtaking took Dion's hand and walked forward. "Who... who is that?" "Oh my... she is so beautiful. Is she an actress?" "No, I don't think so, with that face, I would have recognized her."

"Please—" "More?"

He won't do it for that dead f*cker but for his devastated sister, he would avenge that man. But why didn't he like the idea of killing that girl? Sooner or later, she had to die. It was inevitable but why didn't he want to put any more scars on her. There was no denying it, the girl was f*cking attractive, but she was a whore with a face of purity. Maybe she was just so beautiful that it felt wrong to taint her beauty. But he would care less. If he had to scar her face just to get answers out of her then alas he won't hesitate to do that.

He puts his elbow atop his knee while his legs are crossed, and then supports his chin with his beautiful hand, a majestic posture indeed, then he speaks, "Well, what would you do if there's a bright beautiful sun in front of you, would you choose to close your eyes despite the sadness you may feel for not having seen it, or would you rather go blind and enjoy every last moment of its beauty?" "Well, I am harmless, unlike the sun," I answer. "Or how about, a rose, explicitly beautiful, but surrounded by thorns?", he continues with his questioning game. "Again, I am beautiful but I am innocuous," I roll my eyes at him. He continues to smile with that beautiful lips of his, he curls it up, cre

As if she can sense my confusion, she breaks it down again. “Do you find me beautiful?” Mehera asks. “Of course.” I say. “Could your majesty describe it?” She asks and I scratch my nose. “Uhm—” I say. This is the same question the queen dowager asked me and I couldn’t give her a answer because it described Yeri instead. “Kind.” I say. “Physically, your majesty.” She corrects me. “Um—beautiful.” I say. “But what part?” Mehera asks.