Beauty And Then Novels & Stories

I poked him a little as he glared. "I was only joking. But I prefer to call you Ise. Anyways, I'm Ewawummi." I said as he laughed. "I thought names were meant to portray who we are? Ewa? Beauty?" He said as I scoffed. "The whole world knows how beautiful I am. You can't get back at me for laughing at your name through an obvious fact. I am beautiful and I know it." I whispered smiling to myself. It's been a very long time I acted this childish. I was always on the verge of catching criminals. He seemed to have brought out a part of me that didn't want to be resurrected.

She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.

I whispered, “if you try to take more than a second—” (‘Give me control.’) The room blinked out. Not slowly. Not dramatically. Just—dark. When my eyes opened again, I was still standing. My balance wavered for half a second. Like I’d missed a step I didn’t know was there. I looked around. Everything was the same. Machines. Window. Chair. Then I looked at Beauty. And my stomach dropped. The bruising was gone. Not faded. Gone. Color had returned to her cheeks. Her lips were pink again. The strange darkness along her elbow had vanished as though someone had rewritten the last forty-eight hours.

"The beauty of some people is visible from their face. So something from his body and his beautiful hair. So through the eyes of some. But the most important thing is that a person should have everything, only then he is called completely beautiful."The woman smiles and speaks while plucking leaves from the plants. Bella was walking along with that woman."And yes one thing no one else gets, this song is an important thing. The one who has all these things is very fortunate." After listening to Bela, the woman keeps social and says. "But those people are special, who despite not having all these things are called beautiful. I think it would be more correct to call they are lucky."

Beauty said slowly. The woman glared at her and said, "What? You have a mouth to scold me now? You have the audacity to shout at me. Now go and do the paperwork I asked you to do right now!" The woman commanded Beauty nodded and said, Okay, I will go and do it." She said that and tried to walk away, but she tripped because the lady was putting her legs out for the purpose of tripping. She immediately balanced herself before she could fall down.

I fisted the glass in my hand, the anger boiling inside me like a pot about to overflow. “What was so special about that, Hailey? Look here, dude, so many hot girls are gawking at you.” The dude dares to wrap his arm around my shoulder, turning at the girl with a dress as short as a handkerchief and boobs as big as watermelons, and they look so fake and plastic compared to Hailey’s natural beauty. I pushed his arm off me, my mind consumed with thoughts of Hailey’s genuine smile and the way her tears glistened in the moonlight. Her smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. And her body is like a Venus statue, sculpted with grace and elegance that

I recognized the desire in men's eyes and the jealousy in the women I met. Beauty wouldn't save me, but it helped. It had gotten me this far in life. It was another tool in my arsenal though. It got me further than anything else I had tried to use to my advantage. It wasn't my fault that this was more effective than diplomacy. Beauty was its own form of diplomacy. If it secured me the future I was looking for, it was worth whatever I had to sacrifice to get it.

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.