Beleza Novels & Stories

Though her features weren't perfect, they complemented each other pleasingly. In comparison, I was surprised to find, "I'm actually quite good-looking." Feigning annoyance, Beata said, "Alpha Adelaide, don't say that out there. Being unaware of your own beauty is 'provocative' to others. I might just feel the urge to punch you!" I poked her forehead with my finger. "You're beautiful too. We all have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth."

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long legs, but when she started talking and trying to start a conversation where her high ego came to light, Axel quickly thought that she was just like everyone else. —Miss Gonzalez, tell me, what are you looking for in this job? He looked at the girl in front of him. —Honestly, I'll be frank with you... Get to know you. I think you're a very interesting man, very handsome; of course it would also be interesting to work for you. She answered without hesitation, knowing that she was beautiful and brought many men to their feet and that, if she wanted to, he could also be behind her with just a snap or a simple smile.

And could make one laugh till their stomach hurts. Another thing about Bella was her killer body; her beauty was indescribable, one that could make men empty their accounts. She had a perfect body shape, a firm breast, and a jiggling buttock still in shape. Apart from showing off her perfect body and making people smile, she loved one thing the most: sex. Sex was another thing she couldn't do without. She loved sex like it depended on her life. And fighting, she was too great for her looks. And can easily beat you by confusing you.

I want to laugh when I see how serious his face looks. "Baby, she will become more beautiful every day. The grown-ups know that babies do not look great when they are born. You have nothing to worry about. Nobody will teach your sister. We will not allow it. You know that we look after our children. And besides, look at her. She has grabbed your finger and is holding onto it. She already loves you. And now that you will look after her, nobody will hurt her while you are around. Did you choose her name? I love the name Bella. I think she loves her name as well. And she is thanking you for giving her such a beautiful name. One day, she will become the most beautiful girl in town. And you and y

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

I gulped once again. I never thought she was this beautiful. Freeda Adelaina Miller P.O.V "You're so beautiful Freeda," Enzo said as he helped me put on the makeup. I sat in front of the mirror while fixing myself. “Not so much, I’m just not very knowledgeable when it comes to things like this,” I honestly said. I don't know how to use make-up but I like to use lipstick. "This red lipstick will make you more gorgeous!" Enzo said and put the lipstick on my lips. When I finished fixing myself, I wore red heels. I'm not used to using it but Enzo already taught me.

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

If perfection had a body, it had just walked onto that stage. The third one nearly made me choke on my drink. Face card? Check. Smooth, flawless skin? Check. Boobs and ass? Double check. And emphasis on the ass... full, round and bouncing with every step she took. That thing definitely deserved its own government ID. No way in hell it was natural... I’d bet a thousand bucks it was a BBL. But natural or not, the way she moved? Jesus. Her waist rolled so effortlessly it reminded me of that Afrobeats jam Brandy wouldn’t stop singing. What was it again? Ah, right...Hot Body by Ayra something. Ayra Moon? Ayra Star? Whatever. Point is, this girl was the music video come to life. And then, plot twi

It would be a close call. I looked at the mirrors and turned to praising her, for being so sexy and beautiful while making a baby. She was not the gay Madison Avenue vision of skinny beauty - too skinny to make babies - that image they had sold to Americans in commercials for beer and sports and movies and sexy cars, etc. Instead a real, all-around picture of beauty and health and fitness, a classical, timeless beauty, a Mediterranean beauty that is real, full figured with hips to bring children, an image the whole world admires. Then I wove the two thoughts together.