A More Beautiful Question Novels & Stories

" Romantic? " " Why the question? " " Lui, you are answering my question with a question." " Don't give up bro . " ©#KCMmuoe

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.

"It's more than okay. It's beautiful." He looks surprised. "Really?" he asks. "Yes," I say. I reach up and I touch his face. I trace the lines around his eyes with my fingers. I run my hand through the silver hair. "You're more beautiful now than you've ever been." "How is that possible?" he asks.

“I don’t know if I understand what you’re asking.” She opens her mouth, and I notice the quiver in her lips. She licks them once, then again, as if she’s not sure how to explain. “Like… when something beautiful is ruined, and you think maybe it’s your fault—for wanting it. For admiring it too openly. Could the Gods be that cruel?”

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

"It’s beautiful." "You're welcome," Brian said. "Can I ask you one more question?" Jane nodded, curious. "Of course.” "Are you happy in your marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.

"Love you? You killed my wife. How do you expect me to love you?" Barbara had no idea how things had turned out like this. She thought that James was just playing a joke on her. "Are you kidding me, honey? Anne was so ugly. I thought you married her in revenge for me going abroad. Did you really love that ugly woman?" James was livid when he heard that. "Don't talk about her like that! It's been many years, so you've forgotten who this face belonged to, haven't you? Since you like to brag so much, then let me do some plastic surgery on you."

I saw the tip of her ears turn pink and her cheeks was a light a shade of pink. "Yeah?" Jake asked in a cheery voice. "What name do you think is more beautiful. Beauty or Navaeh?" Jake looked up at me and I shook my head pointing at Beauty's head. "Don't look at her! Be trustful and tell me, which one do you think is more beautiful?" She asked and I sighed. "Uh, it's... You're Beauty?" He asked and she nodded her head her ponytail swinging freely and her eyes now big and wide as a Doe's.

he said to me Beauty leaned into my ears “and you say the Alpha is not in love with you?” I turned and glared at her and she giggled before she stood straight. I turned my attention back to Lucas, who was still standing there waiting for me to answer his question. “Are you going to make me repeat my question?” he asked me to which I feigned ignorance. “What question?” I asked him with a smile. “The one about the minions….” Beauty replied and I facepalmed myself, I turned to her and she shrugged at me with a smile.

Conversations she wanted to have without turning them into leverage. She began to move differently. Not forward. Not upward. But deeper. And depth, she was learning, had its own momentum. One afternoon, Alessandro asked her a question she hadn’t expected. “Do you ever miss wanting more?” he asked. She considered it carefully. “No,” she said. “I think I just stopped confusing ‘more’ with ‘better’.” He reached for her hand. “Good,” he said. “Because you look like someone who finally knows what stays when everything optional is removed.”