Beautiful Love Novels & Stories

"The beauty of some people is visible from their face. So something from his body and his beautiful hair. So through the eyes of some. But the most important thing is that a person should have everything, only then he is called completely beautiful."The woman smiles and speaks while plucking leaves from the plants. Bella was walking along with that woman."And yes one thing no one else gets, this song is an important thing. The one who has all these things is very fortunate." After listening to Bela, the woman keeps social and says. "But those people are special, who despite not having all these things are called beautiful. I think it would be more correct to call they are lucky."

handsome. Handsome. Yes, she had to accept, he was beautiful, utterly beautiful. His every feature was on point, she never pointed out any flaw in his features. But to her, beauty was not everything. She had never made beauty as a scale for loving someone. Beauty was just a mere attraction for her. If beauty was the base of love, then she would have never loved Daniyal. Daniyal was an average looking guy. Even she was confused now, was that feeling love which she shared with Daniyal? Did she really love him? Or it was just a mere attraction? But that feeling had faded away long ago. Now, she felt nothing for Daniyal. Her heart was vacant now.

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

Nоt аgаіn, ѕurеlу? “I lоvе every іnсh of you but for mе, іt іѕ уоur eyes. Frоm thе mоmеnt I lооkеd іntо them, I wаѕ trаnѕfіxеd. Thеу are lіkе рurе ѕаррhіrеѕ, ѕо beautiful. In thеm, I ѕее the man I lоvе, thе mаn I want tо spend forever wіth. I ѕее уоur bеаutіful ѕоul, аnd I knоw thаt еvеn after a lіfеtіmе оf bеіng tоgеthеr, mу heart wіll аlwауѕ skip a bеаt іn уоur vеrу рrеѕеnсе.”

he pauses and continues, "this white rose is what you represent, purity. and innocence - the students made a sound of tenderness - Cristián called Marcos and he approached with a blue rose - this represents my gratitude for having believed in me - he hands it to me, he beckoned and this time Ana approached with a pink rose - This represents the appreciation and affection that I have for you, every day that I am with you I would not want it to end - Marcos approaches again with a red rose - and this - Cris says, looking at the rose and looks me fixedly in the eyes and smiles - represents my love for you Amy, I fell in love with you like crazy, your smile, your eyes and your way of being make

First, to look with anger is the style of the love, Beginning of the love, Somewhat it is related with eyes and anger is nothing but the sign of acceptance Your cruelty is very loving Beloved I swear this on you Maan smirks seeing her glared but there was no attempts from her side to let go her. Did she too want this? Maybe her weak body not supporting her. He thought entering inside washroom. Her eyes widen in surprised and glisten in happiness to see the bathtub that was filled with rose petals and all washroom was aromatic with other flowers and scented decoration.

I felt the scar sting me and I slowly pulled myself out of the bed and into the bathroom cuz in addition to having to pee, I wanted to look at the scar. It was not there. Over it stood like a full moon tattoo with mates and initials below; J a sign of infinity J. Tears walled up in my eyes because it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I knew that only love could do such a thing. I slowly returned to his embrace. He was too beautiful to believe and his soul was even more beautiful. I loved him to the point of pain feeling he loves me too. “I’m so in love with you”, I whispered, running my hand through his hair.

he asked, with a hint of desperation. “No, I'm serious here. Do you really love me as you say you do?” I questioned, my heart pounding hard against my chest. “C'mon babe, you have no reason to doubt my undying love for you. I know I have been a horrible person in the past, but now I'm here to right all those wrongs. I would never leave you for anyone else, I promise,” Liam's words pierced deep into my heart. I've never felt so genuinely loved, so much cherished and spoiled. I felt the sincerity in words; a promise that would never be broken.

he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Tears welled in my eyes, not of sadness, but of an overwhelming joy. “And you’re mine,” I replied, my voice barely audible. In that moment, surrounded by the muted chatter of the fundraiser and the gentle strum of a guitar, our love felt like a tangible force, a glowing ember at the heart of our shared existence. It was a love that was both exhilarating and grounding, a wild, beautiful thing that had found its perfect, peaceful harbor in each other. The world outside our bubble of shared emotion faded away, leaving only the undeniable truth of our connection, a truth that felt as solid and as unwavering as the earth beneath us. We were the perfect

A single intimate stare from him and she was already dripping beneath. Finally, he spoke. “You know what makes it beautiful?” “What?” “Your love. Our love.”