Romans & histoires A More Beautiful Question

Currently, in this house, there are still two beings present - one human and one non-human. "Do you have any questions?" Enda was the first to speak. "Um..." Ciara hesitated, then asked her question: "Can I go to bed now?" Another silence fell... Enda stood still for a few seconds, slightly surprised by this question. He thought Ciara would ask questions like "What just happened?" or "Who are you and what was the thing you just killed?". He didn't expect her to only care about whether she could go to bed now or not.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

"More. I need more!" * *

"Wow, that's amazing! I can tell you're a talented person. You must make a lot of money from writing, right?" Every man liked being admired, especially by beautiful women. Being straightforward by nature, I responded honestly, "It's alright. I've earned a few million, enough to retire on. I've put down the pen now." Her eyes widened in shock at my words. She blurted out, "Let's exchange numbers, sir! That way, you can ask me if you have any questions about the supplements." I was momentarily at a loss as this was the first time a beautiful woman had ever asked for my number.

What more could he ask for? *****************************************

I complimented and she smiled more at my words. “I don’t know why I get that a lot. Do you think I am beautiful?” She asked and I laughed at her words. “Are you seriously asking me that question?” I returned a question to her and she nodded. “You are the most beautiful girl I have seen, your beauty is a rare one and trust me, I am not bluffing.” I told her with all seriousness, I couldn’t miss the scarlet red on her cheeks.

Pulling Vivian behind him, he moves forward, looking into the eyes of the media person. "You want reasons,right?" "I will give it to you." Everyone goes silent again, eager to listen to him. While he starts, almost burning in rage. "But first let me ask you a question." "What is beauty according to you?" There is pin drop silence. As everyone looks at each other. Confused. "A beautiful face, a beautiful smile? Eyes? Lips? Isn't it? " "What about what's here?" He says, placing his palm on his chest to look at everyone.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

It echoed in my head like a song stuck on repeat. No one had called me that in years. Not without a snort or an eye roll. And for reasons I didn’t fully understand, I needed to know. “Are you saying I’m beautiful?” God. The stupidest question I had ever asked anyone. Ever. He chuckled. “What a weird question. Isn’t it obvious?” I blinked. No, it wasn’t obvious. In fact, I was 99% sure he was either blind or messing with me. How could probably the hottest man on the planet think I am beautiful?”

he reminded me again, in a low voice. I should feel good that he doesn't, but I don't; instead, I'm still confused as to how he cannot fall for her. "But she's like the sun, beautiful. How can you not fall for her beauty?" I asked, puzzled, peering into his eyes. "Some find the sun beautiful, but I think the moon to be more beautiful, even though it doesn't shine as bright as the sun, because there is this beautiful peace it brings." He placed his hand against the side of my face.