Beautiful Time Novels & Stories

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”

The soft sound of footsteps drawing closer captured Lucian’s attention. When he met Visenya's gaze, time seemed to stand still. Her big, beautiful golden-brown eyes seeped into the darkest corners of his heart, igniting a fire in his soul. Her beauty, illuminated by the gentle glow of the garden lights, stole his breath away. Her gown flowed around her like a cascade of moonlight, accentuating her graceful figure and enveloping her in an aura of divine elegance.

No name. No number. Just a single sentence: “You look beautiful when you’re scared.”

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.

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".