Novel & Cerita Beautiful Addiction

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

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.

But all I felt was this goddamn ache. Beautiful? Beautiful wasn’t even the right word. She looked ethereal. Haunting. The kind of sight that would fuck with a man’s head for days, weeks, or years. And it was driving me insane. Because for all the shit I’d said… all the cold words, the warnings, the restraint—there was no denying it now. I wanted her. I wanted her in ways that had nothing to do with logic or control or professionalism. And seeing her like this—untouchable, dressed like she belonged to someone else—made something dark coil low in my stomach.

That was how we became close but Abigail returned back to Nigeria to visit her parents earlier than I. "It's not your fault. I should have got over it. I'm sorry for causing you worries. I really didn't mean to. I couldn't just control it but I'm fine now. I really am." She said as she released herself. "But, why don't you want him in? You are torturing him." I said as she passed her hands through her hair. "He really can't see me like this. I am as ugly as ...!" She rolled her eyes as I laughed.

I couldn’t remember, so instead I kept my eyes shut and said a silent prayer to my own lord. “Oh Goddess of the moon, please heal the man I love. Please spare his life so that I can follow him in Your divine name. Mother Selene, I beg you to bring healing to your creation.” I spoke the words from my heart, and opened my eyes to see why Alexander gasped then. The ripples in the water emitted purple mist that twirled in the air with the steam from the bath water. I pushed Alexander deeper into the water so that his shoulder was fully immersed. It was like magic was being created before our eyes, and his blood seemed to disappear into the purple smoke. His wounds were healing too - the skin tha

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

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.

she repeated stubbornly. "I am the man you've needed all your life. I can give you whatever you wish before you even realize you're wishing for it. I can fill your every longing, heal your every wound, right your every wrong. You have enemies? Not with me at your side. You have hunger? I will find the most succulent, ripe morsel and feed you with my bare hands. You have pain? I will ease it. Bad dreams? I will chase them a sunder. Regrets? I will go back and undo them. Command me, Beauty, and I am yours." Adrienne shot him a withering look. "The only regrets 1 have are all centered around beautiful men. So I suggest you get yourself out of my-"

— 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.

That kind of dangerous, untouchable beauty that makes me want to bend her over the hood of this car. The windows are down and her hair whips all around. It only makes her look more intoxicating. She connects her phone to Bluetooth and E.T by 2Scratch blasts through the speakers. She sings every word, completely absorbed in the moment. There's a fire in her I've never seen before. Silas leans forward, eyes gleaming with pride, and slaps me on my shoulder. "Fuck, brother, look at her go," he says, tone filled with satisfaction.