Beautiful Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

she's so beautiful and I tell her everyday whenever I compliment her she won't believe me and its so its so that she don't see what I see but every time she ask me do I look ok? I say When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are and when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while cause your amazing just the way you are. oo her lips her lips I could kiss them all day if she let's me. and her smile her smile she hates but

“No buts at all. You're beautiful Liana, more than you even realize it. You probably don't know it, but the amount of joy I get from looking at you, nothing else could bring that except you.” “You're absolutely gorgeous, my love.” I continued. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You're a literal queen, my queen and I'm lucky to have you by my side. Your beauty is so ethereal, no one can compare. Not even the goddess herself.” “Kieran.” She pinched my cheek playfully. “Now you're just exaggerating.” “No, I'm not.” I responded and I didn't miss the blush that raced up her cheeks. “even the moon and stars can testify to your beauty. I wouldn't even be able to resist your beauty, even i

she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “you have captured my heart in a way no one else ever could. Your unwavering support, your kindness, and your steadfast love have brought me immeasurable happiness. I am forever grateful to have you by my side.” I took a step closer to her, our bodies now inches apart. The scent of blooming roses enveloped us, enhancing the magic of the moment. I reached out to gently cup her face, my thumb caressing her cheek as I looked deeply into her eyes. “Golder,” I continued, my voice filled with both admiration and charm, “you are the light that brightens my darkest days, the anchor that keeps me grounded in the face of adversity. Your presence in my li

Slowly, I pulled back, my gaze lingering on her face as she brushed the water from her faces, revealing a breathtaking beauty that left me spellbound. "So beautiful," I murmured softly, the words escaping me in a reverent whisper. In that moment, as I gazed upon her radiant form, I was struck by her allure and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us. She was a vision of seduction and grace, a temptation that beckoned to the depths of my soul.

"You're so beautiful." She sat up and unbuttoned my white shirt, then slid her fingers across my hard, muscled chest and explored the ripples in my abs. "You are magnificent," she said, running her hands along my sculpted body. "But you know what I love most about you?" I shook my head, so turned on by her touch that I could hardly speak. She then placed her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. "You. Your heart. That's what I love the most about you."

I smiled at her the moment her eyes came open. She softly chuckled. "Hey." She gently responded as she sat up slowly. "You're so beautiful." I felt my heart soar every time I looked at her. "Don't flatter me Damien, I feel like I just ran a marathon." She said with a long sigh. "You look flawless all the same." I said back. "So cheesy." She giggled. "You're such a strong woman. Thank you for giving the best gift anyone could ask for. I love you more than anything." I told her from my heart.

"I just don't want to embarrass you." "Oh god, my honey... here here" I hug her, and then I whisper to her ear : "My dear baby, how could I be ashamed to have a bride as beautiful as you. Because of your incomparable beauty, everything is in you. You are perfect," I said, then I kissed her.

She is truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I feel like I can't breathe, so I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt. I sit on the bed by her hip and lean slightly over to rest my hand by her other hip. Feeling like I've waited a lifetime to touch her, I lightly trace my fingers across the softness of her lips. Her breath hitches. "You're so beautiful," I whisper. "I want to both devour and cherish you." "I want to see you," she whispers back. "Soon, my little girl, I swear to you. Please, be patient with me."

he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Oh? Do I know this someone?” I teased, nudging him playfully. “You might, for she is the most beautiful thing I ever beheld. In her presence, I find myself hypnotized.” Izan’s voice, a gentle whisper of reverence, floated through the air. “She ignites a fire within me, stirring emotions I never knew resided within my soul. Her eyes, oh, her eyes, they shimmer like a pool of liquid honey, drawing me in with their enchanting depths. I long to immerse myself in their warmth, to lose myself in their captivating gaze and surrender to the sweet embrace of her essence, never to surface for breath.”

She did have a point, she sounded like Dad during one of his sermons. “When you never struggle to get anything, pretty soon, you'll just get tired and bored.” “Some people wouldn't even want to live anymore.” She said, chuckling. “Don't people want to die even now?” She laughed and fell silent. We just stood there watching the flowers and the fountain. If only my life could be as beautiful as the flowers or flowed as steadily, easily as the water of the fountain. Maybe I wouldn't be here. I would have been born Upper Class or I wouldn't have been born in Delengade.