Beautiful: A Mga Nobela at Kwento

Batool said gently as Hooriya squeezed her hand in assurance with a soft smile. A woman dressed in a black dress walked in. She was beautiful and had a striking resemblance to aunt Batool. "Hooriya, this is Hafsa, my daughter." Batool introduced her as Hafsa forwarded her hand and Hooriya shook her hand with a smile. "I'm happy to meet you," Hooriya said genuinely. It was so saddening that such a beautiful woman had such a bad husband. But that man was no more and hopefully, Hafsa will be at peace now rather than having that man as a husband. She will find her happiness.

lots of love, amara<3

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

"Ohhh, so what was ot you said you needed again?" While we were discussing and going through the designs, she walked in. Carter's Queen. The moment she walked through that door, I felt blown away. I didn't see her well yesterday but seeing her now in all her full glory, as her fellow woman, I was amazed by her beauty. I bet I don't stand a chance beside her but I wasn't going to get intimated. She smiled at her colleague who sat and I could swear that her white, well aligned dentition almost blind me. This is beauty in all its glory.

"You're beautiful." The word felt inadequate. She was more than beautiful—she was sunset over the Atlantic after a storm, she was the first breath of spring after a brutal winter, she was every damn thing he'd convinced himself he didn't need until she'd walked into his life and proven him spectacularly wrong.

“It’s beauty, a kind of radiance. People who possess a true inner beauty, their eyes are a little brighter, their skin a little more dewy. They vibrate at a different frequency. love always Helen S

"Why did they do that?" "Because he is handsome, Nadya. Such is the beauty privilege. But, my dear Nadya is different. She is physically beautiful, her soul is beautiful, her voice is like a bell, and her body smells like an apple. She is Beautiful, and makes me happy," I said. "Don't you want to touch me?" asked Nadya. I was shocked. Why did she suddenly bring up that? "Of course I want to. I want to be one with you, to make our little babies," I said.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.