Beautiful Time Novels & Stories

"Morning will come, it has no choice. I read that somewhere. You have to find the beauty of it because your brother and Zac wouldn't want us to stop or give up. Just because we move on with life doesn't mean they don't live in our hearts, it just means that something happened and we continue living because that's how life works." I smiled softly and nodded my head, "There are no happy endings. Endings are always sad but you have Zac a happy middle and happier start. From what you told me about you two, I can say you made him a very happy guy while he was here." Tiffany nodded, smiling tenderly.

She loved it when her partner went rough on her, only to slow down and let her ride the waves. Fuckin’ perfect. I couldn’t stand this any longer. I needed her, all of her. “Have I ever told you that you are beautiful?” I asked an inch from her lips. She peeled her eyes open and looked at me, then gave me the most dazzling smile that could fuck warm up the New York cold.

I’ll will come and check up on you later during lunch break. Laura jibed at the message on her phone and her face become cold. Ding! It was another message alert sound on her phone, but this time around, the text was from Frank. [Hello Beautiful, I hope you’re okay. I was just checking up on you, would you like to grab a bite during lunch time?] She took a quick glance at her phone and replied. [I am alright, thank you. No,I don’t mind.] Laura was so glad to see a text from Frank. Having lunch with him gave her a gateway pass not to see Jayden.

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment's, violence, crime and language use. Esrath POV This was too much for me to hold dear to my heart, tears began to rush down my face and chills ran through my body like waves of electricity as I began to try to steady my breathing, I can hear a soft voice talking to me. I look over to see my mother in her navy-blue cocktail dress as she is helping to fix my make up as my tears escape my eyes and a smile breaks out on her face as I look at her.

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I sat up, grabbing it, confused. No one had ever messaged me, and I didn't have friends. Picking it up, I opened the message. good morning, beautiful. I hope your day is as beautiful as you. a smile came to my face, my cheeks burning red as I felt a mix of things that I could quite put my finger on. morning who did you get my number? A few moments passed before my phone buzzed again with a response.

'Good morning my butterfly! Oh, you are actually beautiful like a butterfly. With no doubt the most beautiful thing happened in my life. I never dreamed of loving someone to such an extent that I could never live without you, but here I'm insanely in love with you. You fill a part of me which I never thought existed. You complete me. You filled that empty spot inside my heart with those beautiful mesmerizing eyes of yours and I vow to make you feel as special as you make me feel! Happy half year anniversary butterfly!

I brush it away, fingertips skimming warm skin, and my stomach knots when I catch the faint shimmer of dried tears. Why was she crying again? Was it because of me? The thought feels like a punch under the ribs. My heart cringes. This girl is extraordinarily beautiful, naturally ― not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. She’s beautiful in that rare, infuriating way — not because she tries, but because she doesn’t. No fake lashes, no overdrawn lips, no designer filters. Just Aria — real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable. Shit.

OBSESSION - New Story At what point does love stop being beautiful and become something sick? She was the closest thing to a goddess that existed on Earth. Everything about her was joy and peace and happiness. Wherever she went, she found beauty: to her, city lights were the same as sunrises; a bag drifting in the wind held the same majesty as leaves in the breeze. Everything she touched was made better for it; every person she met felt honoured to have even just briefly been in her presence. She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset.

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

He bent to my level and examined me properly. “I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?” I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. “Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. “What?” He raised a brow. “Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.