Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

I Said Looking Straight In Her Eye's Removing All Doubts. "Thanks" She Whispered Shyly And I Smirked At How Can A Girl So Beautiful And Innocent Love Me, She Deserves So Much More But I'm Selfish And I'm Never Ever Going To Ler Her Leave. " Did I Told You How Gorgeous You're Looking In This Dress, As My Birthday Present I'm Gonna Make Love To You This Whole Night" I Whispered In Her Ear Bending Down A Little, Pulling Her Tightly Against My Chest.

Looking at her, and the way she looked right back at you, made me think she saw a whole lot more than she let on. “You’re beautiful," I whispered softly, unable to keep my hand off her, and gently curled a lock of her gorgeous raven hair around my finger. "The special kind of beauty that comes from within. It’s in your eyes, your touch, your smile--- And as cheesy and outdated as it sounds, you literally light up the room you walk into.” A beautiful laugh left her lips just as her cheeks reddened even more. And I couldn’t stop myself from tracing my fingers over the warm blush. My heart skipped a beat, as I felt her leaning into my touch...

He admired her beauty, her rich, dark hair cascading down her back like a silken shawl, and the way her eyes sparkled now with fulfilled desire and shyness. Despite the urgency of their lateness, a consequence that could not be avoided, Roberts knew he needed one last connection. He reached out, his hand lifting with exquisite care, and gently touched her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. "You are so breathtakingly beautiful," he whispered, "The most beautiful woman I have ever known."

she whispered, her heart fluttering at his words. “You’re more than beautiful,” Noah continued, his voice filled with sincerity. “Your beauty isn’t just in your appearance; it’s in your kindness, your strength, and the way you light up every room you enter.” He said, the seriousness on his face, adding depth to his words. Touched by his words, Grace felt a surge of warmth spreading through her. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Thank you, Noah,” she murmured, feeling cherished in his embrace.

“My dear Clara, You’ll never know how beautiful you are to me. It’s not just the amber in your beautiful locks and your bright eyes. It’s not just your shy smile when you’ve seen that I’ve stolen glances at you. It’s not your kind words or your patience. But it is your heart….There is so much goodness in your heart. Your heart is what captivates me and makes me wish I could be your other half…”

10:20 • Today • Twitter for iPhone ☆☆☆ Don't love her for the stars in her eyes But for the scars on her soul For the death behind her smiles For her ability to give shelter to others when the storms howl Don't love her for how gracefully she dances in the rain But for her pearly eyes that hide her broken insides well For how she masters so well in hiding her pain For her willingness to help anyone in need when they call Don't love her for her delicate figure or her luscious lips But for how she stands strong when everything flips Don't love her. Don't love her if you can't continue doing so. Don't give her false hopes, don't ruin her emotions for others.

I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now as I reach out my hand and she places hers in mine as I help her down the final step; a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling. “You look… there are no words in any language that do you justice. I may have to contact the Delegation and have them reach out to a God to create me a new word to describe how fucking beautiful you are,” I breathe. Her cheeks heat up with my favourite shade of pink, the way they do whenever I get romantic with her. I will never, ever get sick of that. “This is your night, shouldn’t I be charming you?” She says as she steps back to look me over, her eyes slowly raking over every inch of me. “You may want to order

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

She caved her head into my chest, listening quietly. “Your radiant personality emanates passion, enthusiasm, and humor, much like the comforting warmth of the sun. Your incredible dedication and commitment to your craft are truly captivating. I can see your unyielding spirit through your tireless efforts to keep doing what you love. Your compassion has the power to break through even the most stubborn people and your kindness touches every life around you. I could continue all night with reasons I think you are beautiful,” I chuckled softly. “T-thank you,” her eyes filled with tears as she conveyed her appreciation. “I’ve never received such kind and lovely words before.”

When I finally reached her mouth she was already reaching up for me. The kiss started gentle. Careful. Like something precious we both knew could break. It deepened gradually. Her hands found the front of my shirt and held on. My hand moved from her face into her hair. The fountain mist settled over both of us. Cool. Light. Like a blessing. Between kisses I looked at her face in the silver light. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I have seen oceans and sunrises from places most people never reach. None of it compares to you standing barefoot in front of this fountain in the dark.”