Beautiful People Dont Just Happen 소설 & 이야기

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long legs, but when she started talking and trying to start a conversation where her high ego came to light, Axel quickly thought that she was just like everyone else. —Miss Gonzalez, tell me, what are you looking for in this job? He looked at the girl in front of him. —Honestly, I'll be frank with you... Get to know you. I think you're a very interesting man, very handsome; of course it would also be interesting to work for you. She answered without hesitation, knowing that she was beautiful and brought many men to their feet and that, if she wanted to, he could also be behind her with just a snap or a simple smile.

saving himself from shame. In order to enlighten him, I explained, "Most of them are attracted to beautiful and handsome humans. Their hearts beat automatically when their eyes like them. There are also those who gradually like those who have good attitude example: kind persons, talented, and whatever positive vibes they see in each other." He nodded in realization and looked at me again with a forehead furrows. "Isn't that unfair? What if a person likes two people, will his heart beat for two people?"

“What’s wrong darling?” “I’m not beautiful. I’m sick.” She looked back up. “Sick people can’t be beautiful.” “Who said that?” I tilted my head at her. “I think that some of the most beautiful people are sick. Do you want to know why?” She looked at her mom. Shelly nodded and then turned back to me. “Why?” She dropped her head to stare at the ground before I could answer.

No witchy aunt I walked to the kitchen and drank water then went to my room. I looked under my clothes and brought out the phone. I stared at the picture and smiled. Some people are born as angels. While some of us are not. I'm not saying I'm not beautiful. I am beautiful but not very beautiful. I'm just a girl with a good face. I can't be classified amongst the pretty Even Eliza is way ahead of me in beauty. That's why she gets most of the attention from both men and women

I replied "the beauty of dress increases because of the person who wears it so we need to be picky because it's both of our hardwork I can't let it go in vain" he sighed and stood from his chair he made me to sit in his chair and said "fine check yourself and choose one who can bring beauty to your dress" he took his mobile and left after saying this I'm checking one by one arghh no girl is perfect I agree they're pretty and have good figure but it's not enough for the dress she needs to be elegant and natural beauty I scrolled all the photos and finally I found a girl though not upto mark still better than all these girls

**Distant chatter coming from down the hall** Random girl #1:” God Esrath is such a dweeb; she thinks that we are friends and honestly if her parents weren't loaded, I would have hit her with my car; like ugh she is so ugly and annoying!” Random Girl #2: “I know and the way she dresses makes me want to hurl!” Macy: “I mean I am only friends with her because her parents paid me to be nice to her since I was 5, otherwise I wouldn’t even care to be around her. An extra 5k a month has been really good lately!”

But if I wanted to make him turn away from me, wouldn’t I need a woman who’s far more beautiful than me? It was not that I thought my face was exceptionally beautiful, but maybe the girl I was looking for wouldn’t stay up late at night to apply for a job opening that looked suspicious from the start. Look at these desperate people. I even used my personal account, not the company’s. But it was so easy to make them send me their personal photos. If they were THAT beautiful and sexy, shouldn’t they not have to do this? Beauty is a privilege, isn’t it? They should have a better life. Use that pretty face to become a model, an influencer or something.

“What if, instead of trying to find another top model, we consider someone who’s not a professional model at all?” Jessica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?” Emma leaned forward, her eyes lighting up as she explained. “I’m talking about finding someone who embodies the essence of what we’re trying to convey. Not someone who’s glamorous in the traditional sense, but someone who’s beautiful in a real, relatable way. A woman who exudes strength, confidence, and resilience. Someone who can evoke success, beauty, and inner strength just by being herself.” I thought about it for a moment, nodding as the idea took shape in my mind. “Someone who’s the epitome of a real woman—not so gl

It’s just that, she's also the heaviest. Rhezi threw her friend—Tin, a sharp glare. Her eyebrows were also sarcastically uplifted. Her friend Carmina laughed again so she gave her a glaring stare, too. Actually, Tin and Carmina were both beautiful. Both of them were good at handling themselves. They also have that beauty standard that anyone dreamed of. Unique and great in style. Even their friend Mics was also beautiful. She’s beautiful, too, with a little bit of a downgrade perhaps for other people. But still, it depends on the preference of someone who's looking, anyway. No one should feel inferior just because they’re blessed in something but cursed in the human standards of beauty. It w

When Clarissa entered the beauty salon, it was not surprising that everybody turned their heads to see who came in. Everybody was in awe. It was as if a celebrity visited the salon. No. More than a celebrity but a goddess who went down from heaven to make them realize that “humans were not created equal.” That Clarissa was a special being created to make other individuals fall into despair, as she was almost perfect in every aspect. Everyone was like saying “Who is this beautiful woman?” Even the clients of that salon that time never missed making a second look just to gaze at the beauty who just arrived.