Romans & histoires Beleza

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.

She is slim in comparison to his portly stature as well as blonde with her hair pulled in a bun at the nape of her neck. They are complete opposites but move completely in sync with each other and are a perfect pair.

I need a makeover and new outfits. " I'll do anything for you. " Beauty said and she smiled. " You need new clothes too. How about this? You get me some, I'll get you few. “ Elsa said and she chuckled. " Few? “ " Yeah... That's what I can afford. “ Elsa said and made a funny face. " Okay baby. I need to take my evening shower. “ She stood up and wiggled her ass out of the room. Elsa was a replica of Beauty, same eyes, almost same height, Beauty was a bit taller than she is, same shape of face. The only difference between them was their hair. Elsa had strawberry blonde hair while Beauty had chestnut brown hair and Beauty was more thicker than Elsa.

"Sorry for telling you all about this. I just have no one to tell it to." "No, it's fine with me. You can share it with me." Bea exactly knows the feeling of going through something yet you couldn't tell it to anyone. "You're kind." Mrs. Olivia squinted her eyes and examined her which made Bea uncomfortable as she sipped on he coffee. "You're beautiful." Mrs. Olivia praises her. "No, I'm not haha. But thanks." Beautiful is a bit exaggerated for Bea because she believes that her face is just average. "Are you single?"

"Matteo…stop...” "It is simply the truth." He nodded emphatically. "Piccola Bellezza celebrates feminine elegance, not height. You have exactly the proportions I imagined when I first designed this collection. The tiny waist..The delicate frame...Everything balances beautifully." Libby nodded in agreement. Ethan muttered something unintelligible. Matteo was not done. "You are elegant without trying. It is like seeing one of my Renaissance sketches come to life." I could feel my cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Now I know why I stayed behind an easel and not in front of it…"

It was her one physical attribute that she took pride in, a shining mane that often garnered compliments from those who met her. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, held a sense of mystery, reflecting the inner turmoil that simmered beneath her composed exterior. They were framed by dark, expressive eyebrows that accentuated their depth. Her lashes, long and dark, framed her eyes beautifully. Bella's figure was slender and graceful, a testament to the hours spent with personal trainers and nutritionists at her mother’s orders.

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Slowly but surely, each eye turned towards her. According to rumors, she is ugly, which is why she always wears a black veil. Seeing a figure with a black veil walking towards the front of the hall, all the guests knew it was the eldest daughter of the night God, Aranjo. The first daughter who always dwells inside the residence and never goes out a single step. Despite their reputation for being ugly, their gaze remains fixed on Aranjo, who is a very interesting young goddess. The night God and the wind Goddess followed the guests ' gaze. They froze at the sight of the man who was walking towards them to serve tea. Aranjo did not realize she was being noticed because she had tried not to att

Beauty had a way of making people forget everyone here was born privileged. She stopped at the notice board and searched the quarter assessment rankings. Her name appeared in the top fifty, exactly where she expected it to be. A small smile touched her lips before she looked lower for Elena. It vanished when she found rank three hundred and fifty. Pathetic. She turned at once. make this a bit longer and no single line paragraph except necessary