Beauté の小説・ストーリー

A very sexy and mature model. "You want these, don't you?" She cupped her little breasts. "I could give you a chance to have these. If you give up the beauty to Vincenzo." I moved closer to her and pulled the dress close, tying the robe shut. I was breathing hard as I pulled her closer to me, the softness of her breasts pressing into my arm. She gasped, gazing up at me with eyes filled with adoration; she was extremely ugly up close compared to the beauty.

Standing right at the entrance of the elite boutique was a woman. She was jaw droppingly beautiful, her slender, perfect figure wrapped in a tailored, midnight blue silk trench coat that exuded an untouchable aura of immense wealth and commanding power. Her skin was completely radiant, flawless, and luminous under the sun, completely devoid of any trace of the chemical illness that had plagued her for a year. Her long dark hair was styled with absolute perfection, cascading over her straight, majestic shoulders as she moved with the fierce, unyielding grace of a true queen.

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

Liara looked at the girl in the mirror who might look beautiful, but she was not at all happy. She didn’t have any problem with the girl who did a ton of make-up, waxed her useless hair, etc., etc., to enhance her beauty, but she always liked being natural. Hell, she never got her eyebrow done and was comfortable with her skin because she really believed that ‘beauty holds in the eyes of the beholder.’ And the same thing her mother had taught her.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves. Bea’s expertise as she guided me through the application of makeup was both impressive and reassuring. Her gentle touch and attention to detail made me feel like a canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece. As I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, I was awestruck by the transformation taking place. It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support.

Then a thought crossed her mind and, afraid of knowing the answer, she still asked. —Is it because of my appearance? My physique? My body? Gabriel looked at her and, after a while, answered. — Yes. He looked down. Indeed, Alicia was no longer the same as he had known in high school; the one from back then was thin, she had a body that many desired, although she did not realize it. Her hair was short and light brown, her eyes brown; she did not wear makeup, since she did not need it. She had thick flesh-colored lips that matched her white complexion. She was short, barely 1.55, and now she was a little chubby after having her daughter. She was left with small stretch marks on her abdomen. Her

Theda asked. Debra turned to Robert. "Change the destination. We're going to Victoria's Beauty." "Victoria's Beauty?" Theda asked. "It's a beauty company owned by the Lowe Group. It's not bad, though their techniques are average and the prices are ridiculously high. It's quite popular among wealthy ladies. I went there once, but it wasn't their most popular service. Let's check it out and bill it to Drake. I've spent a lot of money helping him reform the company. A few thousand bucks shouldn't be a problem for him," Debra explained.

“I doubt he would look at me in that way. Noor, the man is perfect in everything. A man like him deserve great women not someone like me. Sometimes I really wish I was slimmer and sexy like you Noor.” “Hey stop it. You’re beautiful Maya. You should know that in this world there are two types of beauties. The first one is the physical beauty and the second one is the inner beauty. Maya, you don’t lack in either. You’re both beautiful in and out. What is the point of being beautiful physically and lack the second type of beauty? Men like Christian Ambrose are seeking out for real women not jokes.” She sighed playing around with her straw. “You are right about that one but then I…”

Droplets of water adorned her glistening skin, hinting at the shower she had just taken. Haider was taken aback, his frustration momentarily forgotten. Ameera's beauty transcended his wildest dreams. Her luscious hair, damp and cascading over her shoulders, added to her allure. Her eyes sparkled like precious gems, and a subtle blush adorned her cheeks, contrasting with the radiance of her flawless complexion.