Beautiful Mistake Mel Ryle Novels & Stories

With only but an hour two spare, she slips into her dress, and we look at each other, then of course Jenni has to say something, and there goes my make-up down my face. But still, I cannot stop crying. Between hormones and being completely terrified, I cannot get a hold of myself. So Jenni lets me cry myself out before she makes a fourth attempt at fixing up my make-up. Then finally, after making me twirl into a dizzy height to inspect every inch of my body, I am ready. But wait, I have to cry for one final time and totally mess up my make-up again. I can see slight anger creep onto Jenni's face, yet she only smiles and asks me politely to stop messing her perfection up. Finally, I can say t

A broken sob ripped out of her chest so violently it hurt. Her knees gave out instantly. She collapsed onto the floor. “I, ” Nothing else came out. Only crying. Raw. Ugly. Uncontrollable. Ruztom reacted immediately, dragging her away from the doorway before the people inside could notice them. He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected her to completely fall apart. But maybe this was necessary. Maybe she needed to see what consequences actually looked like. “I’m sorry…” The words poured out of Rejin endlessly between sobs.

How wrong he was! Everybody else in the hall was stunned too. Well nobody expected that move from the little girl. She was full of surprises tonight. Sheila who was presented by a sweet and loving request had a mental breakdown after hearing lily's words. Tears welled up in her eyes. Be her mother? Of Course she wanted to be the girl's mother! Who wouldn't be? After all, the little girl was bright, lovely, sensible and beautiful. She was the perfect description of an adorable little princess.

Even as he said the words, he had no idea how he was going to keep them. ... Across the city, Bianca stood in front of the mirror. She adjusted the sleeves of her cream blazer. Then she stopped. Ethan's voice slipped into her mind. She's so fat. She's not even my type. Her hands froze. A knock came at the bedroom door. "You ready?" Her mother stepped inside. Bianca forced a smile. "Almost." Elena walked over and gently fixed a strand of her daughter's hair. "You look beautiful." Bianca looked away. "I know what you're doing."

Nonetheless, despite my furious struggles, I wasn't able to escape his grip. Smug delight flashed in Melissa's eyes. Locking my gaze with Liam's, I spat out, "Liam Yarrow, the thing I regret most in my life was joining your company back then…" Following a loud smack, my face whipped to the side with the force of the slap. Silence descended upon the room. Liam subconsciously released me, but his tone remained as arrogant and full of superiority as ever. "I can't just stand by and watch you continue to make mistakes."

Perhaps she had done it all wrongly, she danced one more time till she was out of air and breath. She looked at them disappointed, the moon was right there but it seemed the moon goddess was least interested in all of that "I knew this was a fucking waste of time." Melvin said before storming out. She watched him him leave …

I barreled on, grasping for something real. “And her eyes… they look soft at first glance, almost golden-brown. But when the light hits them, or when she gets emotional, they ignite into liquid gold, shimmering with every movement.” “Ryder.” Melissa slid her hand from my elbow to my waist. She laughed, leaning into the microphone. “He’s such a romantic, isn’t he? Always making me blush.” She pressed closer against my side. The reporter chuckled and nodded. “Please excuse us we would like to go to our seat now.” She steered me away, her smile never dropping. We made it to our designated spot.

I screamed from the pain but did not let go. “Come on!” I yelled. “Open!” The lock started to bend. Just a little bit. Just enough to give me hope. Then I heard her voice. “Well, well, well. Look who came crawling back.” I froze. Melissa stepped out from behind a large tree. She looked exactly the same as five years ago. Beautiful and cruel. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement. Her black hair shined in the sunlight. She wore a long red dress that looked like it was made of blood.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

Well, erased the word feeling because I am beautiful for real, it's not just a feeling duh! "Oh, sorry for being beautiful. I'm so beautiful that's why my husband loves me even more." There is a trace of annoyance on her face. "Beautiful? Which side?!" "Whether I turn my back, take a side view, look forward or bend over, I'm still beautiful. if only I could give this beauty, expect that I won't give it to you because even if I give some to you, you're still ugly..." "...like your attitude," I added.