A More Beautiful Question Novels & Stories

said Kevin. "Yeah?" asked Eric looking at Kevin. "You should go rest now." Kevin saw that Eric was looking at Ruby's tent. Eric nodded. Before he went into his tent he asked Kevin, "Hey, Kevin." "Yeah?" "Do you think that a person can be handsome than ugly later in life?" "Well, depends. I mean-I don't see why not. I mean an ugly person can turn beautiful, so I don't see why the opposite can't happen." "Oh."

She turned to him looking into his warming eyes full of life. "Can I ask you something..." She sighed lightly. "Anything.." He shrugged. "What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?." She asked. Even though the question might seem awkward or less thoughtful,she really did want to know. In his world everything is beautiful maybe not all but majority. If she had been a novelist,she would have described him in one word as light. A light to her darkness. He approached her closely with eyes full of so many emotions. "You."

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

Beauty got into the car and drove off. "How have you been babes ?".she asked "Fine". I replied she stares at me with curiosity before looking away. "You don't look fine to me, you look stressed what's the problem ".she asked "Nothing ". I replied quickly, this is why I don't like beauty, she always knows when something is wrong with me.

And you, what do you think about love and your conception of love? I used to have a lot of questions, is there a beautiful love in this world like in love stories? I have never experienced, nor witnessed that sacred love, but still do not understand why I always believe in beautiful love. Many people tell me that I am delusional, love stories, and live in that fantasy world. But I say that I clearly distinguish human emotions in real life and love stories. I also do not live and hope that one day I will find a guy like the male lead, I do not dream of a handsome, rich, and loyal man. But I believe there will be people like that in the world, it's just that they are not for us, or they are li

” Alfi explained firmly. “What?! How impudent! What does she have that I don”t?!” Anggun asked irritated. “What you don”t have is....” Alfi said pointing Anggun. “An inner beauty and pure love! A woman who depends on her face and her body is a real bitch!” Alfi exclaimed firmly. “You son of a bitch!!” Anggun exclaimed throwing a big diamond towards Alfi. Alfi dodges the diamond easily. “The woman in my heart and always will be is Megumi! She is 100X more beautiful than a bitch like you!” Alfi exclaimed firmly.

’ He tells me as he moves closer to me, staring more intensely in my eyes. He knows exactly what that look does to me and I think he is trying to use that as a way to distract me and evade the question I asked him and that even makes me more curious. I mean, if he is trying to avoid answering my question, then it means there is a mystery behind that and I love mysteries. ‘Yes, we humans are smart in our own ways. Now, will you please answer my question?’ I ask him, still staring in his beautiful eyes. How can someone possibly be this perfect?

she questioned and I shrugged again. “I don’t even know if I am coming or going, beautiful.” She giggled a little before speaking. “I would like to think you’d know if you are coming.” Bailey said with a wink, and I laughed. “Oh, is that so?” I found myself asking with a shake of my head, shocked at her forwardness. “Not so sweet and innocent really are you?” I softly placed a kiss upon her forehead, unable to hold back my smile because of her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Amaya walked slowly and quietly behind the mean looking lady. She didn't have a single smile on her somehow wrinkled face,and she walked with the gait of an angry man. They kept walking and taking bends,until they arrived at another different building in the villa. This one was quite smaller compared to the mansion, but was far more luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and power. The guards at the gate stood professionally and at alert, with their guns at the ready. "Where was this mean looking woman taking her to?" Amaya wondered,but kept following like a lamb being led to be slaughtered.

He leaned to her ear, his breath caressing her neck, sending unholy tingles down her spine. "Do you know... I read somewhere that...wolves are older than humans?" "What?" She asked with a chuckle, bewildered that he wanted to do a quick fact riddle right now rather than literally anything else. "If you were a wolf... you would be twenty-two right now." She laughed. "That would be perfect." He laughed. "So let's assume I am a wolf and... between us is not much of an age gap. Or at least, that you have been legal for four years. "