All The Beauty In The World Novels & Stories

"I forgot the movie's name." Is she talking about Avatar? "Anyway, Ruth kept saying that she wished she was born in their world and that their world is more beautiful than ours." She turned to face me. "But that's not true. Our world is just as beautiful. We're just not looking at it like that. If you look closely, then you'll see it. Mother nature is so divine and magnificent." She smiled. "You really are a weird kid." I shook my head.

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

Daphne took the time to glance at the enjoyable expression on her face, and asked: "Are you still going thinking about your sister..." .... .... .... Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. She walks in beauty, like the night

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

She saw her own reflection. Then... It changed. Instead of herself... She saw her mother. "Mom..." The reflection smiled sadly. Beauty reached toward it. The water rippled. The image disappeared. Alex quietly sat beside her. "You miss them." She nodded. "Every day." He remained silent. Sometimes silence comforted more than words. After several minutes... Beauty finally asked, "Do you ever regret meeting me?" Alex smiled softly. "Never." "You've lost everything because of me." "I found everything because of you."

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect. Sun Cafe is quiet this afternoon, quieter than usual; only Emily's voice and the song played by the cafe operator can be heard. As usual, we will always come here when we are too lazy to go to campus. Campus life is very boring, to be honest, as if the world continues to revolve around a man named Brian, a man I just rejected a few days ago. I'm not sure what the advantages of the man who is always glorified by the entire campus are; besides his handsome face, what else does he have?

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"