Beauty Maldita Quote Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Maybe you should try something sexier.” “I recorded it. Or maybe we should edit it and frame him,” Christiana whispered. I lost my cool. I pushed her violently and nearly punched her face. “How dare you insult my ego?” I yelled. “I’m sorry, Jojo,” Christiana whispered. “Don’t you dare! I am Josephine Maradona. Men tremble at my feet, and he won’t be exempted. I’m never going to win cheaply. I will make sure I break him with my beauty, and nothing will stop me.”

She slapped me because she said I was a maniac and she said I thought of being close to her even though she doesn't know my name. “That's why I can't trust you, Eli Madrigal. Whichever woman, you pull them and call them beautiful.” “Hey, you're wrong about that. All those words of affirmation were supposed to be said to you. I thought it was you, right?” He shook his head. “You are so beautiful that you can't easily leave my mind and heart, Valentina. Everywhere I look, I see you.”

Everyone called me ugly except Mother Maritza and I had decided to start covering myself up so that no one could look at me because they claimed my face was dusgusting. I didn't know what was wrong about me and why no one ever liked me. Mother always told me that I was beautiful but I didn't know my no one else saw it. "Pequeño( pe ke nyo) get up you will be late.." "No mama I don't want to. No one likes me there, I don't want to be lonely.." I said pulling the covers over me. "Mi amo(my love) don't say that! You are beautiful smart intelligent they are just fools to think you are ugly. You are beautiful in my sight.." I pulled the covers off looking at her as she gave me the sweetest smile

She's a flirt! "Calm down, Beauty. Don't let the fake news and articles about them destroy you," my sister Amalia said. She is holding a plate that is loaded with food once again. I heaved a desperate sigh, and my eyes were like daggers on the TV where Beatrice's profile was still on. "You are beautiful, Beauty. The most beautiful of them all," she said, sounding like the mirror character in the Snowhite movie. "Oh my god! Look at you. Yes!" she jumped like a lunatic.

i mumbled "What do you say?? "Dont you see that the guy is fallen for me?? I am so so beautiful but you can't see it because you are.. are.. gay " I said the last part "gay" with a low tone "Get this into your head, Don't feel too high that you're beautiful, beauty without sense is not beauty.. How can you be beautiful as a girl but you can't even cook and you're not a proper girlfriend material, you're an illiterate and you're not ready to learn.... And what do you think you're telling my manager some minutes ago giving him silly excuses huh?? He yelled and i bit my lower lips

"You. Nothing, and no one, in this life will ever compare to your beauty." I was sincere in each of my words. Camila is beautiful, not to say perfect in my eyes. She enchants me in everything she does, in everything she is. Even Camila's imperfections I am learning to like, if not love. I know it's crazy all this, but it's a craziness that has gotten out of my control.

If Eloisa hadn't avoided what was in her mind, she might have spilled the contents of the wine in the wine glass she was holding. “You're hurting other people's feelings too much! What do you think about yourself? Perfect and you're the only one blessed with beauty in the world?" "I wish you were beautiful, but your behavior is ugly. Yes, I admit that I don't have the right to call myself beautiful... Why do you?" "Oops, don't answer. I will answer that question for you." the woman said in retaliation. "How many thousands of money have you spent on fixing your face? It looks like you just retouched the look of your face." Eloisa's pride was hit hard by what the woman said.

“You’re healing and healing is messy sometimes and you’re allowed to cry. But you’re also allowed to look in that mirror and see the truth.” She turned me back towards the mirror. “Look, Really look.” I did. I saw curves. I saw strength. I saw a woman who survived a balcony. Who survived three years of hell. Who was still standing. “Beautiful,” Emelda said again. “Say it.” “I’m beautiful,” I whispered. It felt like a lie and a prayer at the same time. “Again.” “I’m beautiful.” “Louder.” “I’m beautiful,” I said, and this time I believed it a little.

By sultana Chapter 20 Matilda POV I continue to stare at her for a while,she smile, " you don't want to? " Madam windy asked I sigh am in this already no going back,I moved in direction of the restroom and watch my makeup "Do I have to do this???" i whisper to my self I went out and madam windy gasp her eyes widen,"you are beautiful sweetie Madam windy said,you are my lucky charm she praised ,I can't believe cherry brought me a Belle She said with more excitement

I countered, trying to sound sensible. ‎Cami threw her phone onto a velvet cushion. “*Boring*,” she drew out the word. “Look, this is Madrid. You’re single, right? You need a palate cleanser. Something to remind you that men aren’t all lying, unfaithful pieces of trash.” ‎