Beautiful Creatures Songs Novels & Stories

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.

She is now busy cooking beef steak for her dinner while singing her favorite music 'Love You Like a Love Song' by Selena Gomez her idol. "Constantly, boy you played through my mind like a symphony. There's no way to describe what you do to me. You just do to me, what you do And it feels like I've been rescued I've been set free, and I am hypnotized by your destiny. You are magical, lyrical, and beautiful. You are, and I want you to know, baby...." She sings like a real singer who's having her concert on the stage. She moved her hips sideways and put her hands up and just feel the rhythm of the song.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, mija?” She didn’t look at me, her attention captured by a beetle making its laborious way across a twig. “The song is different here,” she whispered. My breath caught. “Song?” She nodded, finally turning her luminous eyes to me. There was no fear in them, only a deep, placid understanding. “Everything has a song, Mama. The city’s song was loud and sharp. The Garden’s was… fake. A hum. But here…” She spread her small hands, encompassing the entire forest. “Here, it’s a chorus. The trees sing old, slow songs. The water sings over the stones. The sky sings a song of blue and grey.” She tilted her head. “It doesn’t hurt to listen here.”

Where it would stop. "Are you done?" He asked, and his voice brought her back to her senses. She shook her head, trying not to drool on the voice too. "Uhh...sorry, I was.." "It's okay, Jasmine." He smiled, then purposefully let his eyes skim down her face too, stopping right at her pendant. She nodded. "I spaced out." He nodded. He had spaced out on her too. She was...ethereal after all. "That's a beautiful pendant."

It was as if they were celebrating life itself, sharing their joy through their harmonies and radiant presence. The birds continued their symphony, their voices rising and falling in a melodic conversation that resonated with the heartbeat of nature. Their presence was a reminder of the boundless beauty that nature bestows upon the world, and their songs were an invitation to pause, listen, and appreciate the wonders that surrounded them. In the garden, the birds' singing and the spectacle of their feathered adornments created an atmosphere of pure enchantment. They transformed the air into a living melody, inspiring awe and wonder in all who witnessed their magical performance.

“From all the stars across the sky," "You are the one that caught my eye," "From flowers and birds and butterflies. You’re the most beautiful creature to have arrived," "With wicked games and twisted ways. The beauty of Fae was to be used. To claim the weak and lead the fools -“ Imelda’s voice stopped me. Panic filling her voice as she mumbled in her sleep.

One where I would be an equal, and I could show off my love for Rosalie without shame. I would dance within the stars with Rosalie, in a gown made of nebula’s. I would give her the moon as a gift, and the rings of Jupiter for jewelry. I lay in my bed and I try not to allow the tears forming behind my eyelids fall.When I fail, I weep. I weep for my mother and her weary bones, and my siblings who never got to be children. I weep for my lover and the lie she must live- and finally, I weep for myself for all the things I will have to lose to gain her completely.

She and her pure darkness that is just what the book and worlds needed more than anything else. “It made the forest god angry, turning your little beak into a poisoned knife.” Beatrice continue to sing the now lullaby of the death. While dancing and gracefully doing so in the middle of the forest and under the shade of the bright full moon above. As she is enjoying every beat of her now favorite song. The melody that for now didn’t reach into anyone’s ears. “Your heart is slowly being tainted, with such jealousy and desire.” She continues singing. Somehow planning her bright future upon acquiring the most difficult and insane piece there is into this world and book.

They cut when he least expected it. “I still remember her voice,” Aiden whispered, his throat tight. “Sometimes I hear it in my dreams. She used to sing to me every night before bed. Soft, silly songs that made the world feel smaller and safer.” Alexander listened quietly, his deep blue eyes never leaving Aiden’s face.

“With the little meal, his strength returned to an extent and happiness naturally welled up within him. As he enjoyed the cool evening breeze, his favorite song came into his mind and he began to sing, his voice strikingly attractive, his tone absolutely bass, 'Beauty is the world, Grand wonderful, The sky, the trees, The meadow, the sun; They are all beautiful, Wonderful ,remarkable. Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. Look at the sea, What do you see? Beauty, beauty, Grandeur, grandeur, The fishes, the hippos, The dolphins, the crocs; They're all beautiful, Wonderful, remarkable, Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. I look at the moon, What do I see? Kings and queens,