Beautiful Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Belle is a girl and she is pretty. She also needs to look pretty!” “She is?” Ajax gave me a deadpan look and turned his head to look at me before turning back to look at Holly. “I can’t see what part about her is pretty.” “Well, I am pretty enough to get liked by Holly.” I smile innocently at Ajax and feel satisfied when I strike a nerve. He started it. It is only natural that I get to say something too.

The breeze giggled around them and swirled in a lovely rhythm. The sparkling stars, the giddy moon, the feathery faint clouds even the dark inky sky. The sails that left the shore even the depths of the ocean below. They all hummed in ecstasy knowing that Hamza and Hooriya were drowned in love but there was no need for words when the eyes speak volumes of passion. They both had googly heart emojis glittering in their eyes as they made love again that night. Soft. Sweet. Tender. Oh, so gentle.

The majestic mountains, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, painted a scene of unparalleled beauty. Arlet stood there, completely captivated by the enchanting view, her heart overflowing with gratitude for this unforgettable experience. She felt a deep connection with nature’s grandeur, a reminder of the vastness of the world and the wonders it held. Ruben watched Arlet, his heart swelling with affection as he witnessed the pure joy and awe reflected in her expression. Seeing her happiness and wonderment, he realized that it was these simple moments, these gestures of thoughtfulness, that truly made her happy.

It was just 20 minute past 10 . Her breath seized when Ben entered .He didn’t look his best at the moment but she was completely blown away . He sighted her and smiled waving at her .He walked towards her table and sat down opposite her so as they could face themselves . She looked beautiful in a simple armless blue gown .she wasn’t applying make up just lip gloss and Ben had to resist the urge to grab her and kiss her as long as he could . “You should order for coffee or tea “She said .

Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

Being a woman who has lost her memory is not a pleasant thing. “Yes, I am very happy to see all this situation. It seems like this means that it will be very enjoyable, seeing how the waves crash into each other so realistically, more than that, the sparkle from the reflection of sunlight in the sea water is something that is very beautiful. I'm sure that if you often witness this beauty, something so beautiful will become commonplace in your eyes. No?"

Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes. In my 55 years, I had never experienced such amazing treatment. Seeing so many smooth-skinned, beautiful, long-legged women, I thought to myself that this was worth it even if it only lasted for a day. As I enjoyed flirting with those women, I thought Nancy might mind or get upset. But to my surprise, she traced little circles on my chest with her finger, playfully offering, "Winston, play however you like. I don't mind. After all, women are meant to make men happy."

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.