Beautiful Things Chords Novels & Stories

"But I kinda know that I won't get far" "And you stood there in front of me just" "Close enough to touch" "Close enough to hope you couldn't see" "What I was thinking of" I increase my speed a little faster. "Drop everything now" "Meet me in the pouring rain" "Kiss me on the sidewalk" "Take away the pain" "'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile" "Get me with those green eyes" "Baby, as the lights go down" "Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around"

Martinis's pov I was lost in her beauty when she came to aisle..she was looking breathtakingly beautiful..her gown was perfectly fitted over her body..her hairs were tied in beautiful bun..she was not wearing too much makeup ..then also she was looking beautiful..indeed she is natural beauty..she came towards me by taking small steps..and I was continuously looking at her like only she exists in my world.... My heart beats were increasing with her each steps towards me...and finally her dad gave her hand in mine..and the same time I promised that I will make her my queen...do I love her..I am not sure..but I will treasure her for my whole life...

She wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "I came in a few minutes ago and I saw you crying. I thought maybe you needed someone to talk to" Sophia replied causally,but with a note of concern underneath. "Can I ask you for a favor?" Amaya said. "Of course" Sophia replied eagerly. "Stay. the. hell. away. from. me" Amaya said, emphasizing on every single word. Sophia was momentarily taken aback and wanted to say something, but a glare from Amaya shut the words down her throat.

She said while I responded, then hung up. Immediately I hung up, my phone beeped indicating an upcoming text message. I glanced at the screen and I saw Chris’ name flashing on the display. It was a video call. I swiped the pick part up as I hurriedly spoke, “Hey, Christian, what’s up?” And I see his face come up with a beaming smile. “Hey, beautiful. How’re you doing?”

It made my heart beat faster. "I would love to go on a date with you." "Really." "Yeah. I would love to." "Great." "So when should we go." "I was thinking around seven. There's a beautiful spot I want to take you and it looks better at night. In my opinion." "Then I'll see you at seven." "Great." "Oh. And Alex." "Yeah?" "Here." I grab his phone to type in my phone number. "Now we have a way to communicate." "Thanks."

"Let's do this." "Yes, baby!" I pick another chord, grinning. "Let's play 'Somewhere Only We Know'," she nods, clearing her throat. My notes are squeaky and unclear in the beginning, but once we both get in a rhythm, it becomes a perfect melody. We both keep smiling till the end and I don't want to stop. "I walked across an empty land, I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet, Sat by the river and it made my complete."

I can hear the music calling for you". Denzel smiled pulling Win with him. He could feel Win more relaxed. He held his hand to take him to the alter. The guests turned to see the groom entering the gardens, holding a bouquet of white roses. He was looking so beautiful in white dress. He was tightly clutching the flowers in his hands but all his nervousness fade as soon as he saw Bright standing at the alter with Cyrus.

Some people loved you and left anyway. And sometimes that was the most beautiful kind of wrong.

-ROYCE- For so long I have been on my own, wallowing in my eternal misery. My mind drifted to my beautiful wife and the son that I lost all those years ago, wondering if they were at peace wherever they were. The horrific images of that fateful night flashed before my eyes, causing my heart to accelerate and my senses to heighten. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and took a deep breath, fighting for control against the beast inside of me. I looked down at my hands, realising that I had pulverised the cup that I was holding.

A pause. “Face the mirror closest to you. Any of them. And look. That’s all. Look at yourself. Look, and stay. For as long as you can. As long as you must. You don’t need to fix your face. You don’t need to fix anything. You are not here to be beautiful. You are not here to be anything but real.” There was a long silence after that. Then the music shifted—a low, continuous chord, like the sound of wind and waves merging in a quiet embrace.