A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No more endings. Just forever.

“The flower that you love is not in danger...” His voice was soft, low, like a lullaby. My eyelids grew heavy. “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty...” Then a pause. A long one. “No one could die for you...” “I know...” I didn’t know if that reply came from the book, or from him. Maybe I was already dreaming. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched... they are felt with the heart.” Then silence. I peeked through my sleepy eyes and bit my lip.

They said that only I would fall for those lies you made up when even a child would not be fooled by it. "Didn't you also say the same things about me to them? The person that you love has always been Ivy. You said that no one should have to be bound by marriage. So, I'm doing just as you wished. Are you still not satisfied?" Derek's expression hardened as each of my remarks struck home. Tears streaked his face. Heaving sobs escaped him whenever he tried to open his mouth to say something. The sound of him sobbing miserably echoed through the corridor.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

The only person who knew the location of that box has died, and now she will never be able to find her mother's last relic. Suddenly, Ciara thought of something and left her aunt's room to run to her own room. Ciara rushed to her own closet and pulled out all the drawers. Finally, she was able to touch a rectangular object in the last drawer. This is an exquisitely designed wooden jewelry box combined with a music box. When Ciara was young, she loved it so much that she often borrowed it from her mother to play with. Her favorite part was when she twisted the winding key and the inside played a delightful and melodious tune.

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Slowly the voices deemed into the background, and in their stead came the rondo of the sound of emotions. Joy was as empty as it was full. It was a tease of beauty, rich and fulfilling, seeking to encompass all things. It was like the sound of a cup of mead getting full, like the sound of tree barks cracking as they aged. It was what he believed life was supposed to sound like. It was the little things given attention. The sound of an infant’s palm creasing or an old man smiling. A child chasing a dog or a mother kissing a babe. It was the sound of everything and nothing.

🎵 Alone in the garden 🎵With cool breeze brought by nature. 🎵As cool as you blow,as adorable as you make one feel,as happy as you make one be, you can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Even the most beautiful thing in the world, 🎵 Can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Cause they are like treasures hard to find but if found should be cherished forever. 🎵..... Damn..Ain't i just so good? 💎Elva's POV💎