Beautiful Little Thing Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

SELENA’S POV “Come little one, you are going to adore my gift.” I created a single rose flower with the other hand behind my back and when she was close enough, I presented it. “Please don’t hurt her.” The mother lamented. “How do you see the flower?” I ignored her and asked the little one. “It’s beautiful.” She had a hard time pronouncing the word “beautiful,” but fortunately, I caught it quite alright.

The morning buzzed like a caffeinated circus. Lola’s nerves tangoed with excitement, each step toward the glass doors promising unknowing imminent disaster. The first time I met Adrian Blackwood, I spilled iced coffee on his shoes. Not just any shoes. Leather shoes so polished they reflected my panic back at me. “Oh my God,” I blurted, already crouching. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. That was a lie. I am clumsy. But not like this. This is… advanced clumsiness.”

Her Amber orbs making contact with mine. Beauty. She was the epitome of beauty. Her face was small, she bit her pink bottom lip, tucking it under her teeth before releasing it. Smiling to reveal her sparkly white teeth. She was like a doll. A real life doll. She hit her knee, throwing her head back, still laughing. I was too admired by her beauty to even remember what I had said to make her laugh like that.

"Now we've made it. Go ahead and open your eyes." When I opened them, I saw a picnic near a view of the city in the woods. The stars in the night sky was our lighting as the city began to turn on its lights. It was breathtaking. "I know it's not much, but I wanted to start small." "It's beautiful. I love it." "I didn't really know what you eat. I brought some sweet bread, fruits, sandwiches, and some juice." "That sounds delicious." I sat on the blanket to look through the basket. He did brough some more sweets, but lucky for him, I didn't know much about. I didn't know much about a lot of things. Alex joined me on the blanket as we dig to get our food.

One could only see her head from the jacket. She was holding Octavia's crystal trophy like a microphone. Lined up on the dining table was her audience of stuffed animals. The little girl cleared her throat and continued... "This award is dedicated to my smartness, cuteness and my very beautiful hair. But most especially to the delicious snacks. And to my loyal supporters, Mr. Bunny who believed in me and Princess sparkles who always cry with me..." Octavia leaned against the door, folding her arms in amusement. The little girl held the trophy up "I promise to continue being amazing! Thank you, thank you, don't mention "

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

She texted Penny and asked her to bring her books. … When Jojo got out of the bathroom, there was a clean white dress on the bed. Finn wasn't around. She didn't know where he was. She looked at the dress, and her heart beat a little first. Even though it was simple, it was very cute. She changed into it and looked at herself in the mirror. A smile appeared on her face. She looked beautiful. Just then, the door was opened, and Finn came in. He paused in his movements when he saw her. “Oh! Who is this little princess?“ He asked with a smile.

It's a small human child. He has an idea and puts it into practice. He shifts back out of the girl's eyes, and puts on some pants and t-shirts that were hanging out on the clothesline. Slowly, and taking Venom with him, he approaches the window and says softly. - Hi, what's your name? . My name is Scarlet. - What a beautiful name you have. The girl smiled. - That puppy's yours - she says, pointing to Venom, who growls. "puppy? I'm not a puppy. I'm a big wolf, not a dog, stupid human."