روايات وقصص ضمن All The Beauty In The World

Her fingers tightened around his sleeve. For once, Adrian didn't pull away. For once, he looked just as shaken as she felt. Then another pulse rolled across the sky. The golden crack overhead widened. Not by inches. Not by feet. By miles. The entire world seemed to groan. Like a prison door finally beginning to break. And suddenly— everyone saw it. A vision. A glimpse. Another world. Floating islands. Golden oceans. Cities suspended in endless skies. Massive structures stretching beyond the horizon. A place so beautiful it hurt to look at.

A soft chime sounded in her head, followed by the system's voice. [Dear Iris, you have returned to your original world. In this world, all the rewards from the Wish System you previously completed have already been fulfilled. From this moment on, your system journey has officially come to an end. Goodbye!] A flash of white light filled her vision, and a sharp ache pulsed at her temples, then her head felt suddenly light. The system was gone. Iris stood there for a long time, stunned, before remembering what her wish had been. After six years in another world, being back here felt unreal.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

Given the fact that he was the prince and he was always such an elusive person. "You can still try it. You know, we need to go outside our comfort zone sometimes to feel the meaning of this world. To see the beauty in everyone's story, to feel the emotions around us, to give everyone the ear they need, to tell the world it's beautiful." I smiled as I stared at the beautiful scenery of this place. "It's beautiful," he said. I looked at him, he was by my side, and when I did, he was looking at me. I nodded my head.

I’ve seen beauty before, plenty of it, but it’s never been enough to hold my attention. If someone’s going to keep me, it won’t be because she’s beautiful. It’ll be because she’s brave, because she can challenge me without flinching, stand her ground when others fold, and lead when the world demands. I doubt a woman like that will show up at the Moonbinding Ball, but if she does, at least I’ll be watching.

Thankfully, the money I earned from writing and a few million I made through investments were enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. As everyone probably already knew, sitting for long periods could cause neck issues. I was no exception. The doctor advised me to go for a walk daily, so as usual, I took a stroll around downstairs in my residential complex. At that moment, I heard a commotion nearby. A group of middle-aged and elderly people had gathered around a few tall, smooth-skinned, attractive women dressed in a bodycon dress and black stockings. Each woman held a box of supplements and spoke enthusiastically, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. We sell only genuine products

Dad turns to me with a grin and says, "Open your eyes; you don’t want to miss this." I slowly peel my eyes open, and in that instant, I’m struck by the breathtaking beauty everyone has been raving about. The glow and shimmer envelop me, and the rest of the world seems to vanish as I gaze at the splendor before me. Dad doesn’t need to say anything else; I instantly realize what I’m witnessing. "Wow," I breathe out, taking a step closer, my eyes fixated on the sight… it’s the diamonds, the exquisite diamonds that everyone adores. They are a true marvel, radiating brilliance in all their glory. There’s no protection around them, not even a glass case; they’re simply displayed on the table, glis

The beast in me was at peace, all thanks to the beauty beside me. ***

Typical. “Morning, Elena,” Caroline chirped, though it sounded less like a greeting and more like an announcement of her presence. She was perched daintily at the table, her manicured nails tapping against her coffee mug as she launched into a detailed recap of their trip. “You must hear about Hawaii—it was absolutely divine. The beaches, the cocktails, the spa. Oh, you have no idea how healing volcanic mud can be. Really, you should try it sometime. Then again…” Her eyes flicked over me, narrowing in that condescending way. “…maybe it’s not exactly your style.”

Patrick hadn't called in days. I was predestined to be consumed by the Miss World pageant of beauty—the repetitious rehearsal runs, dress fittings, and television spots. I was the face everyone longed to see, the name on every billboard, the woman who had it all. It was all only illusion for me today, though, a sparkly diversion from hurt set on clinging.