American Beauty Book Novels & Stories

Tomorrow morning she would wash her face and put on some moisturizer and that would be that. Bedtime reading. No novels tonight. Tonight it would be her latest brokerage statement and how she could make things right for Hazel, for the Society group and possibly herself. She trembled with guilt and humiliation when she recalled her daughter's tone and the expression on her face. That had to be right up there with the moment when she'd confronted her husband about his infidelities and his so what attitude.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

“Remember when we went boat riding?” “Yeah. Why?” “I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.” “I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.” I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

I was terrified of the embarrassment that would follow if I were discovered. What should I do? What on earth could I do? Mr. Palmer had already pulled down my hot pants, leaving only my thin underwear underneath. "It even has panties? And with a lace trim, too." Mr. Palmer's voice grew increasingly excited. He kept stroking my buttocks, and the warmth of his touch made my heart pound wildly in my chest. Suddenly, I felt something warm, damp, and soft press against my thigh. Was that Mr. Palmer's mouth? In that instant, it felt like a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind. Realizing this possibility, I was flooded with shame and panic. Yet, for some reason, I also felt a faint, thrilling

I have two new books on the app, and I am certain you all are going to enjoy it. A beautiful story between, Dante and Elena. “Dangerous affairs with my professor, and “All shades of Maximo.” Mafia lord Maximo and his sugar girl Amelia. A fine story you all wouldn't want to miss on. I hope you all join me while I work through the beautiful journey of those two pieces, up there, Grab your popcorn and enjoy every bit of the ride. Your votes and comments would be highly appreciated fam. Love you all.

Dear Readers, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who took the time to read my book, "Beauty And The Lycan Beast". Writing this book was a labor of love for me, and seeing so many of you enjoy it has been an incredible experience.

"Wow, that's amazing! I can tell you're a talented person. You must make a lot of money from writing, right?" Every man liked being admired, especially by beautiful women. Being straightforward by nature, I responded honestly, "It's alright. I've earned a few million, enough to retire on. I've put down the pen now." Her eyes widened in shock at my words. She blurted out, "Let's exchange numbers, sir! That way, you can ask me if you have any questions about the supplements." I was momentarily at a loss as this was the first time a beautiful woman had ever asked for my number.

Some images flashed through Amelia's mind, too fast for her to catch anything. Even her thoughts were all over the place, and that was when Amelia really understood what people meant by the beauty trap is hard to get through. He was so different from his usual self. There probably wasn't anyone else besides her who had seen what he looked like now. She had no sense at all, and she could smell that bewitching scent of books on him. Even at times like this, he only made people even more curious. Amelia was always a pleasure-seeker. If the timing hadn't been wrong, she definitely would have taken the lead.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.