Beautiful Stranger Christina Lauren の小説・ストーリー

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.

She’s my Beauty, and I’m her billionaire. . C.M. LOUDEN

********* Thanks so much to everyone who has reached this far in reading my book *wipes tears* I'm so honored that you are loving the book which is why I'm requesting that if you are reading it and loving it, don't forget to leave a vote or a comment. I promise I don't bite *covers my eyes shyly* ********* Her eyes fluttered open, the unfamiliar scent of medicines and ammonia hitting her nostrils. She tried moving opening her mouth but the thing plunged in her mouth like a snorkel prevented her from doing so.

In the distance among a vast group of tourists, the woman moved, taking a small hat over her hair, lifting it and exposing that she was too white to live in the Colombian sun. - I'm here collecting your mother's tasty meal. - Astrid emitted excitedly, walking with open arms to Lauren who smiled satisfied with the presence of the princess of Belgium. The comforting hug was sudden, in a warm bump, Lauren knew the last memories of what dominated her unconscious were attached to that fucking expedition. The people who were with you for all those moments. - He is well? - Astrid asked, stroking her hair affectionately, holding her for seconds. - Not completely, but it will stay... it has to stay,

Laura stood at the door, watching Christine's back, her lips curled up in a proud smile, her eyes full of confidence. Some couples don't need her to tear them apart. The obstacles before them were as rare as God's special reward for her. Before coming here she didn’t relapse that it would be so easy to part them away but with the mess this woman has created for herself, Laura can definitely get what she wants. ************ Christine went back to her room alone. Her eyes fell on the piles of new blankets and pillows on the bed. She slowly walked over and slid her finger across the blanket. She felt that every word that Laura said was nonsense, but she could not refute her.

she replied as a broad smile spread across her face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “What did you ask her?” “I asked her if she liked the show,” Lance said, gesturing toward the television. Then, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. “She said that she likes the way that the knights and ladies are dressed … very elegant.” I stood back and listened, surprised by their exchange. “Her name is Christina.” Lance nodded then turned his attention back to her. “Ti piace?” Christina asked as a broad smile spread across her face. She was only eighteen … too young to be dealing with this disease.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Can we help you find something?” The woman was not surprised but she stopped staring at Christine. She flipped her hair graciously for it to fall on her back. Christine and I dropped our jaws because of her beauty. She looked at Christine and lend a hand again. “I’m Lauren Beatrice, president of BNB Modelling agency that is very well-known in the world.” Christine and I glanced at each other again. BNB Modelling aganecy, I think I’ve heard a lot about that and her name before.

she replied as a broad smile spread across her face. I couldn't help but laugh. "What did you ask her?" "I asked her if she liked the show," Lance said, gesturing toward the television. Then, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "She said that she likes the way that the knights and ladies are dressed very elegant." I stood back and listened, surprised by their exchange. "Her name is Christina." Lance nodded then turned his attention back to her. "Ti piace?" Christina asked as a broad smile spread across her face. She was only eighteen too young to be dealing with this disease.

Dana unfastened her hair-tie and her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders to her chest. Christi, still damp from the shower, felt sleek and hot between Dana’s legs. Desire added a sheen of sweat to her already moist skin. Her pelvis rocked against Christi causing her labia to spread, engorged and sticky against her damp panties. Wetness seeped through the flimsy lace and Christi felt the heat against her abdomen. She brought her hands up the length of Dana’s legs astride her body. Christi’s long fingers traced Dana’s body’s creases and found their way to the frilly lace of her underwear.

So, I just copied Landon and wore headphones and scrolled through my phone. Suddenly, I bumped someone causing me to step back and the person to fall due to the impact. The person, a girl, picked her documents and folders. People stared for a while and proceeded with what they were doing. Some girls murmured stuff to their friends, saying she's lucky to have me bump her while my friends except Landon and I began to walk again and even stepped on a few of her papers. I shake my head in disappointment.