Beautiful: A Novels & Stories

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

LEIGH-ARI POV “You are so beautiful.” Someone purred, I don’t know who. Because there were just too many of them fawning all over my body and all of their touches were like a drug that sent my mind into limbo, driving me insane. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” Another one chimed, and I found myself quaking against the bed trying to get a grip of reality. But I couldn’t, not with them all over me like this. The lust laced in their sultry voices as they purred to me softly was enough to make me shiver with pleasure and utmost need. I was in need of love, THEIR love, and all the promises it carried.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

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“I don’t know flowery Latin words like you, but with the amount of vocabulary I have, and the soul of language that I can comprehend… I want to say that I have never seen a man more beautiful than you…” “Handsome would be a better word choice, don’t you think?” I said. “No. Handsome means good looking and has more visual appeal, while beautiful means pretty and attractive, giving pleasure to the senses. And you, Zephyr, you pleasure all my senses... unfathomably, beautifully.” “A great philosopher once said, ‘words have no gender, just meaning that you attach to it.’ You proved it,” I said, entwining my tongue with her as she kissed me more intensely.

I don't think i have said this enough, but yet again: She's beautiful. Anna banner beautiful, Adesua Etomi beautiful, Alisha böe beautiful, Grace saif beautiful, Cleopatra Ptolemy beautiful. It's like somebody took the bests parts of all of them and moulded it into a person. She is that person. That person is she. I want to meet whoever crafted her and buy him or her a chilled bottle of Maltina.

She said to his ear and looked back at Raine waving her goodbye. "Why do you kiss her forehead?"She yelled at him. Raine laughed at the sight. She's truly beautiful then,it's not physical features that make someone beautiful but one's heart. "Beautiful heart is a beautiful lady" her father will always say. T.B.C

'The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen. The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.' ❤❤❤❤ A SURPRISE VISIT ❤❤❤❤