Beautiful Little Thing Novels & Stories

Beautiful things don’t just level up. They come home for the holidays.

She doubt if this sort of wear is even in the top one store in the city. A thin necklace with a diamond necklace laid on her neck elegantly. "Mom, you're so beautiful. I really want to hug you right now" the little girl said, lovingly. "Okay.....okay... come and hug me then" Bethel's voice trembled a bit. She had made sure the little girl slept before coming to dress up. She wondered what made her woke up. "Umm,my Mom is very beautiful" she muttered "Thank you,honey" she whispered back.

She was catching her breath when she arrived in her current position. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked worriedly. The little girl smiled showing her pearl while teeth and said, "Hello, Mr and Mrs Beautiful. Thank you for the toys." She muttered in difficulty. Terrence smiled in amusement and said pointing at his wife, "Do you find her beautiful?" The little girl nodded. "Yes, she's beautiful and she's a good match for you. Uncle, please marry her." Athena covered her mouth to stifle her giggles and said bluffing, "But I don't like him. He's kinda awful."

SUMMER'S POV I gradually woke up, but yet again in a strange but comforting apartment. I stood up slowly, trying not to a make a sound-my head still throbbing seriously. The air felt so fresh, as I sighed in relief. I began to feed to my eyes. The house was magnificent: high ceilings, soft recessed lighting, a massive king-sized bed that probably cost more than everything I owned. Heavy curtains blocked out the night. A sleek guitar leaned against the wall like it belonged in a magazine spread, books, clean surfaces. Money screamed from every corner.

Liza felt scrutinised as Gina circled her rising her arms watching her Gina said ' what a tint petite thing, you look innocent , are you up for this , we make fantasies of all types including the depraved come true" Liza stood there, her gaze piercing into Gina's soul, her determination radiating from her every pore. She held her head high, for she knew that this was the very essence of survival. It was the difference between her little boy having a safe haven and a warm meal, or facing the harsh realities of a merciless world. Gina, taken aback by the sheer tenacity in the young woman's eyes, was momentarily stunned.

In my eyes, she is the most beautiful creation of God. The sun hides itself and the moon arrives. We are about to reach and she has fallen asleep after bouncing like a child over little things. I like this habit of hers though. She finds happiness in tiny things. She finds almost everything beautiful. Well, there is a saying, too, that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is just a state of mind. “Hoor,” I say, patting her cheek. She hums, opening her eyes as she looks up at me. “Are we here?” She murmurs, pulling away from my shoulder where she put her head.

I knew they left that seat for me on purpose, but I still said nothing. "This looks very appetizing, and I can't wait to have a taste of it," Precious leaned into me and said with a smile. Her appreciation for little things warmed my heart. "And please cheer up, your face can scare a newborn." I raised my eyebrows in amusement and smirked at her. "Or are you trying to say that I look drop-dead gorgeous, mate? If that is the case, this big boy here knows as a fact that he is hot, so tell me something I don't know."

’ “Me too!” I went on. “On the way, to-to sell more biscuits, he met a young beautiful girl who was lost. She wore a hoodie to hide her face but he called everyone beautiful because his mother taught him that beauty comes from the inside.” “Mummy says that too.” “Then I must be pretty ugly.” She shook her head. “No, you’re cute.” I laughed. “What?” Hilda hid her head under the pillow. When she peeked out and saw me looking at her, she went under the pillow again.

I walk towards her and throw her like a fool "They're beautiful, aren't they?!" I realize my blunder when it is already out and I would like to go underground right now. Indeed, the pretty young lady is holding dishwashing powder in her hand. I said what first came to mind without thinking. Like any answer, the girl smiled at me without saying anything. I almost melted like wax on fire in front of this divine smile, it is so beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful painting. She has extraordinary teeth and beautiful white teeth. I hang on her pink lips as I hear her sweet honeyed voice telling me

The Quiet Hurt The curtains were half-drawn, the television silent, the only sound coming from the soft click of plastic beads sliding through Tessa’s fingers as she braided Pretty’s hair. The little girl sat on the floor between her mother’s knees, humming a tune under her breath. Beside them, Beauty was already half done, her small head glistening with neat cornrows. “Mommy, can I get pink beads too?” Pretty asked, turning her head a little. Tessa smiled faintly. “Yes, baby. Same as your sister.”