A More Beautiful Question Novels & Stories

maids I reassured her that, in most cases, I would be the one to instruct her in matters pertaining to literature. He asked, "How is it possible that you do not feel envious of him?" I responded to her by telling her, "Should I turn around and go the other way instead? Do you concur with the assessment that she is more appealing to look at than I am?" When I asked him if he was more beautiful than me, his response was, "No, of course I am more beautiful than you, as there is nothing more beautiful than you."

"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."

Ana said, rubbing her back gently, “ Are you crying? “ She asked softly. “ Um no, I’m just reading.” She replied smilingly in pretence. “ Is it a love story? Your smile says otherwise,” Ana chuckled, drumming her fingers against her back. “ What do you think is more important before falling in love – a good heart or a beautiful face? “ She asked her, hoping to change the subject. Though, her mind kept drifting back to the image of his handsome face and his well-built muscular body. “His pocket, then his face, I’m not certain about the heart thing,” She replied.

He makes himself relax and his mind wanders to a memory he never knew he still kept. ❄❄❄ Flash back "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Adam mouth was open but nothing came out. He tried too but he was stuttering. "I...iim..i am ooo..ok..kkay." He ends up scratching his head, didn't know why it was difficult for him to answer one simple question. What power does this girl have that makes the crown prince of Dzhimara speechless, he thought to himself? "Are you sure? You sure you are well?" The beautiful girl asks again. She placed the back of her hand on Adams forehead and her eyes widen.

Cercei said smiling mischievously. “Cut it out! Right now and tell me what it is.” Mirable protested, hitting her hand softly. “I want to get an apartment.” Cercei said, smiling gently and reaching out for Mirabel's hand, caressing it . “Oh, why? Why do you need an apartment babe, ain’t you comfortable enough at my apartment? Am I making you feel uncomfortable in any aspect? Please let me know?” Mirabel said inquisitively as she stared into Cercei’s eyeballs.

I protested "Then, think of another suitable thing to say. Recall that on no condition must he know about you" my mind uttered again "Beauty" Liam called. I cleared my throat through some cough before answering him "I asked a question" he added "Don't you think the question sounds personal? I mean you should have asked Dee if you would like to know more about me" I said, trying to play smart with him. "I'm sorry for going too far, I just couldn't take my eyes off you," he said calmly

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

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“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

Her delicate little face was beautiful, so beautiful that it was mesmerizing and it made one feel infinitely fond of her just by looking at her. Javier asked, “Quinna, why are you so pretty? Why can’t I get tired of looking at you?” Quinna, who was driving, blushed when she suddenly heard the flirty question. What surged in her after that, however, was uncontrollable delight. The indirect compliment got to her easier and felt realer compared to someone explicitly calling her beautiful. She did not want to answer the question, nor could she, but she tried asking after Jade surfaced in her mind, “Am I prettier, or is Jade?”