Beautiful Character Novels & Stories

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.

But something kept her there, as he lifted his eye to her, holding her in some sort of spellbound. She felt her breath hitch as he looked up to her eyes. Dark grey eyes that looked like the clouds of rain at midnight, hair that was beautifully blonde and silky, it got her imaginations running wild. She swallowed as her eyes skimmed down his face. Straight roman nose, and heavily defined, pale pink cupid's bow lips. His jaw line was so straight, she could imagine how it would feel in her hands. He had left his three top buttons undone, and the tops of a toned body came into teasing view. She could see the tops of a tattoo to the side of his neck, and hell, she wanted to see where it led. Wher

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 wondered if those bruises were caused by my hands. She must have noticed what I was thinking, and rubbed her arms with her battered hands, shivering as she did. “The witch - Elena - did this.” Even with her bruises and the dry blood staining her lip, Valeire was still as beautiful as the last time I saw her. Whatever drew me to her, wasn’t her outward beauty, but the immense beauty she possessed inside of her. With her eyes cast down, she sat on the floor, groaning as she folded her legs. I did the same, outside the room, looking inside. There were two empty trays close to where she was sleeping, and I figured that at least she wasn’t starving.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

He assures me, taking my right hand in his and squeezing it a little. "That's good to know. So what's your own definition of an ideal woman and you had better not lie to me." I warn jokingly and he chuckles. "To be very honest, I do have my own definition of a perfect woman and I always look out for certain traits in a woman because that's what I like and it has always seemed to work well for me. My ideal type of woman is a woman who knows what she wants and is never afraid to speak up. I've always being attracted to women with stubborn personalities and I like women who don't catch feelings at first."

"You're the prettiest in the community. If your family didn't put so many restrictions on you to stay in this small town, you could easily become an idol out there. You'd have hundreds of thousands of people who love you.” 'Bianca is incredibly beautiful, a world-class beauty with perfect body shape. She has dark brown, long hair, a sharp nose, a perfect chin, and beautiful bow-shaped eyes. Her elegance is like that of a queen, and she exudes a charm that makes people want to worship her.'

"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."

Because of their beauty. Oh, goddess. How could anyone look so breathtaking? Even though I had seen them before, they were still utterly stunning. They weren’t the muscular kind of attractive like most men. No, their beauty was something else entirely—refined, striking. They were flawless without looking feminine. Their faces were identical, sculpted so perfectly it felt as though the goddess had taken her time crafting a masterpiece.