Beauty From Chaos Mga Nobela at Kwento

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

I hear his voice behind me and I turned around to find him with Hannah in his arms who was wearing a beautiful blue frock and a princess tiara. “Awww, look at you. You look like Elsa from Frozen.” I kissed her chubby cheeks and took her from his arms. “Thank you, Becca. You look beautiful too,” she squealed in excitement and Xavier cleared his throat trying to get some attention. “What?” “Uhhh...How do I look, ladies?” he asked and I trailed my eyes all over his sexy body which was wrapped in a three-piece black suit. I mean, it was a sin to look so fucking hot but I decided not to boost his ego.

Liora, trying to locate the source of the voice, inquired, "Who are you? What role do you play in this realm?" From the swirling hues, a figure emerged — ethereal, ever-changing, embodying both creation and chaos. "I am Aeliana, the Muse of Beginnings. I inspire, provoke, challenge. Creation isn't just about order. It's about possibility, even if it leads to chaos." Malachi, his gaze fixed on Aeliana, responded, "We understand the need for chaos, for unpredictability. But there must be a balance, else creation becomes destruction." Aeliana, her form shifting from one creature to another, remarked with a smirk, "Ah, balance! Always the goal. Very well, guardians. Prove to me you understand th

“ Why are you wearing unattractiveness around your neck like a trophy? Why this martyr complex? Don’t very pretty people too go to salons and take the help of doctors and experts to enhance their beauty? So if you get your mole and excess facial and body hair removed, and get some treatments for the acne scars, where is the harm? Medically too you need to shed some extra flab and eat healthier. This is not for me or anyone else. You owe it to yourself. Consider it a preparation for your battle. You need to feel confident, not step out with a handicap.” “More than the world being unfair, you yourself are the unfairest of all to your own self. The world brings in different battles for everyone

“Because fear is honest. And honest creation satisfies deeper than perfect beauty.” “Perfect beauty is superior to honest fear by definition.” “Not in practice. Perfect beauty provides no connection. Honest fear creates recognition. Recognition builds relationship.” “You are teaching me already. Through contradiction. Through illogical truth.” The fallen thing’s blank face showed something. Not quite a smile. Just a shift. “I will learn this below function. This useful chaos. This efficient paradox.” It sat down in the grey garden. Surrounded by trembling flowers. Looking wrong and broken and absolutely determined.

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.

Damn it, Lesha, this is why you're still single, I think to myself. I look up at him, and to my surprise, his eyes darken and he smiles. "That can't be true, because you are really fucking beautiful." he says. It is silent for a while after he said that, because I had no reply for that. He sighs. "I'm sorry if that freaked you out, why don't we just dance?" he asks in a low husky voice. I nod, and he takes my hands, just as I hear Xeno's favorite song came on, I can f**k you all time by Jeremih ft lil Wayne. I smile, remembering how she taught me how to dance to it. I am feeling really confident while dancing to this song, but then again, that could just be the alcohol in my system.

"I can teach you, but my dear child, by doing so the universe will be out of balance. Chaos will come. Is it something you can shoulder?" "Whose Chaos?" "Chaos is the destruction of earth." Ruby have heard about Chaos. Chaos is human's destroyer. It looks at every opportunity to wipe out the human race. She have read in many books that the Phoenix Goddess and other Gods and Goddess who have high magical and spiritual powers can get rid of him. She's not afraid. She will send Chaos back to where it came from. With confidence she said, "Yes! I can do it. To break this ugly spell I will do it."

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.

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.