Beautiful: A Mga Nobela at Kwento

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross "Why are you up?" The sleepy voice of Alex calls out from across the room and I turn away from looking at the stars to see her scrunched up but beautiful face. "Come back to bed!" She calls out to me, raising her hand but it drops immediately from weakness and she lay back down in bed.

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

He reached out to take Ava's hand, feeling the warmth of her touch, and whispered, " You're so incredibly beautiful " Ava blushed, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Alex's voice. She squeezed his hand gently, reassuring him with her touch. In that singular moment, surrounded by their loved ones and immersed in the magic of their union, Alex knew with unwavering certainty that he had made the right choice. Ava was not just beautiful on the outside; she exuded a radiance that emanated from within—a beauty that transcended the physical, captivating his heart and soul.

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

It was then that snowflakes slowly began to fall around us, landing on Leia's hair and dotting it with soft, white specks, and on her eyelashes, which somehow made her impossible more breathtaking. "You have no idea for how long I've been waiting for you, bastard," she said softly, her beautiful blue eyes quite literally stealing my breath away. I gave her a smile. A real, genuine smile that I hadn't given to anyone in God knows how long. She smiled back, that beautiful, breath-taking smile that I loved so much, and brought her lips back to mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as I returned the kiss, letting her scent envelope me, clouding and tainting my senses until all I

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hummed to myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror, before washing my hands and walking out of the restroom. I skipped along the hallways, as I kept humming. I grinned. Yes, I was in a peculiarly good mood today. Dad had promised to buy the book I was always bugging him about. It was a book by my favourite writer, Kelly Brown. Her female characters were always beautiful, perfect figures and extremely wealthy while fulfilling their dreams. It had been out for several months and I never liked to miss any of her new release. But things had been tough at home for a while. Dad lost his job and it took a while to find something else.

“Trust me, I’m not.” “Mm,” he tilted his head, as if appraising me under the perfect light. “Could’ve fooled me.” Damien’s lips curved into a small smile, his gaze holding mine in a way that made my pulse trip. “Beauty,” he said slowly, as if he wanted me to really hear it, “Is not always about having a perfect figure, Miss Alyona Marshal. It’s more than that.” I blinked, unsure how to respond before he added, “You have… the kind of eyes people notice. Beautiful green eyes. They don’t just look at you—they make people look again.”