Beautiful Little Thing Novels & Stories

By the time he finished thinking about her, it was already midnight and he thought why not pay her a secret visit? "Baby" He whispered watching her sleep. Call him a psycho or creepy but sneaking into her room had done him some good. Watching her leg over the blanket, her hair in a jumbled mess and her light snores coming out in soft purrs made him smile. She was cute. Beautiful. He cupped her cheek once more before pecking her on the forehead. "I'll fight for you, beautiful"

Stefan. Bella Vivian. Their tiny bodies were wrapped snugly in soft blankets, but their little fists kept escaping, flexing and curling as if testing the world already. One of them let out a soft whimper, lips puckering, while the other blinked slowly, eyes still adjusting to light and life. They were, without exaggeration, the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Their skin was warm and delicate, their breathing soft and uneven, their chests rising and falling in fragile rhythm. When they began to cry—thin, high sounds that filled the quiet room—it didn’t feel overwhelming. It felt alive. It felt right.

No name. No number. Just a single sentence: “You look beautiful when you’re scared.”

There wasn't a single inch of her form that wasn't absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, her personality didn't match well with her otherworldly looks. Or perhaps it did, in a twisted way. A wise man once said, "The beautiful ones are always the most rotten inside." Those words proved devastatingly true in Eliza's case. She was rotten to the very core, a pretty shell concealing the most hideous, festering innards.

SABRINA MORALES A young boy was standing in front of the elevator, his headphones blasting music loud enough for me to hear from across the room. He nodded his head to the beat as he waited for the elevator to return. There was only one elevator, so I stood with him, holding the gift bag under one arm while window shopping on the new Metsy website. “Cute,” I said out loud when a pink pearl jewelry set loaded. I considered buying it. The boy and I locked eyes for a second. I looked away, scrolling past the beautiful jewelry set.

You look beautiful" She turn around to look at me. " You are so beautiful" I said and pick the apron. I tie it round my waist. she turn around to leave then I stop her . " Wait! I said to her. She stop and I walk to her, I look down to her hand then I held it . " What will you have for a breakfast? I asked. LUCIA . When he told me it was Saturday I was so disappointed but when he says I am beautiful,I was surprised because he never said such sweet word to me, he used to call me ugly and classless but now he says I am beautiful.

I whisper, so the dressmaker doesn’t hear me. The dresses are beautiful on the rack but on me… They look awful. “I disagree, my darling, beautiful girl. Every gown you have tried on, I’ve had to swallow my tears and will myself not to tell the dressmaker to pack them all up for you.” A small smile of admiration tugs at the corners of my mother’s mouth, and I have to admit, I like it the most when she is smiling. “You have to say that because you’re my mum.” Dipping my chin, I run my hands down the front of the gown, my fingertips gliding over the beads that are sewn into the white silky material that clings to my body like a second layer of skin.

Every other day it is hidden away like a diamond, stuffed deep down in some stuffy box we try and pretend does not exist. Our families do not know each other. Our friends do not know each other. We should not know each other. "What do you want to know?" She asks me, with lips painted pink from the pressure of my lips against hers. She is so beautiful. Her large brown eyes stare at me like I have the secrets to life. Like I am the secret. She has no idea how she is the secret. What we have is the secret. What we have is a secret. I count her freckles before I answer, taking in the sights of beauty as I do every Friday. It is the memorization of her features that gets me through the next week.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

The little girl extended her hand to him, her trust in him seemed to come naturally. Theo tightly held her hand, with a loving smile on his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. Jewel had been observing this child for a while and finally realized that she was actually a beauty in the making. Despite being thin, her features were delicate, with upturned eyes that resembled a fox. At first glance, she looked just like a clever fox.