Novel & Cerita Beauty And The Freak

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Bella says. “Then he is an idiot and was not worth the time spent,” Adam tells her and she chuckles. “Yeah, tell me something that I don't already know. But at least my Dad got that sweet, formal picture of me that parents always want. He has the proof that I was not a complete freak.” “I doubt that he thinks you are a freak,” Adam tells her, looking at her. “Oh no, my Dad thinks I am perfect. It is everyone else in the town that thinks that I am a freak.” Bella says with a self derisive smile.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

“There’s going to be thousands of people down there in attendance, and hundreds of thousands more people watching from holo screens outside or at home. And maybe in that crowd, there will be someone who will look and dream and want to be part of this, the way that first fashion show made me want something for myself. It is the biggest, most fabulous stage ever, and Brenda Autumn made it possible. “She was a woman in love with beauty and freedom. Honest with her desires, and willing to fight for it,” I gave Freya another meaningful look. “I don’t think you’re very different.” Freya was silent for a long time, thinking things over. I could feel what her answer was to my indirectly-spoken chall

I could not stand eye to eye with people of good breeding. My eyes watered. I was weak, physically and emotionally. I was not like Sierra with her blue eyes and pale skin and dark hair- beautiful without even trying. I was not like Selina, with her devotion which made her pure. I was not like Sully, with her strength and beauty and alluring presence. I was petite, freckles all over my body and had whore’s hair. I hated it. I hated every part of me. I would trade anything to be someone else. I would do anything to be free of everything.

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.

ZouMi kept looking at the lake and asked, as if the calm lake would answer her. "This is what I'm, look the beauty, oh, so gorgeous. But, no, that's what my face is not me." Turning her head left to right, her lips lifted upward in a bitter smile, "Look the beauty has no one when she is alone, and sad. Why does everyone have to do this to me? First dad left me like this, at least he was by my side, now? No one!" Though she was this sad, not a single drop of tear left her eyes. This has been from the past four years, she didn't shed a single drop of tear. Just hate, sadness, cold no emotions, Robert like human.

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

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