Novel & Cerita Beautiful: A

Raisa looked down in shame, then gently kissed the real flowers. "Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body

Now hell on the way. "The Beauty is going to face this beast. And this beast is going to claim that beauty."

Tehzeeb was just busy blushing without saying anything before she ends the call to go out to meet him "Umma am coming"said Tehzeeb adjusting her hijab "My regards to Bashir" Tehzeeb quickly went out, blushing hard, she's still shy about there relationship with Bashir "Salam Alaikum" comes her voice "Walaikum salam, my beautiful and radiant angel" said Bashir which Tehzeeb covered her face "don't you think it's high time you stop being shy of me or are you still uncomfortable around me?" Bashir could not help but to asked Cox he notice Tehzeeb is not always comfortable when they meet

And in that moment, I knew that I was safe, that I was protected from the cruelty of the world. Bridgette's face was a vision of loveliness, her skin smooth and unblemished, her eyes bright and shining. Her hair was long and dark, cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. And her smile, oh her smile, was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the darkness and making everything seem bright and beautiful.

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

i said. “Shh don’t fight it besides my friends say I give good hugs.” He said with a small smile, I could imagine the dimples beginning to form on his cheeks. I have seen them, they appear whenever he smiles, they are beautiful, he is beautiful. Handsome should probably be the right word but handsome is a word that does not do as much justice as beautiful. Handsome is plain, stiff, boring. Beautiful is complex, warm. Beautiful is a beautiful word. I leaned into his hug. It was warm, like that of a friend, like the type of comfort that only someone who never wants to see you hurt can provide.

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—"

Emily tied her long brown hair into a ponytail. She looked at the mirror and saw her pale reflection. She had never looked so pitiful before. She hated the nameless man she had met the night before. Emily applied foundation and powder, then used pink blush to restore some color to her pale face. Finally, she applied blood-red lipstick to her lips. Perfect! The strong Emily was back.