Beneath Your Beautiful Book Novels & Stories

Because I know in the end, they’ll kill me. And there's no one to save me. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

If I don’t get some air soon, I might pass out right here between the marble counters and the industrial stove. So I do what any sane person would do I sneak out the side door I spotted earlier and step into the garden. And oh — it’s… beautiful. Not in the soft, whimsical way you’d expect from a cozy backyard, but in that sharp, curated, money-has-no-limits kind of way. Tall hedges trimmed with military precision. Stone pathways that wind like veins through the green. Flowers I can’t even name but know cost more than my monthly rent. I wander a little, breathing in deep.

I was expecting her to drop off the supplements and leave when she suddenly clutched her stomach and asked, "Winston, my stomach hurts. Could you get me a glass of water?" Startled, I quickly went to the water dispenser to get her some hot water. Just then, Nancy appeared behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. A mild, subtle fragrance wafted from her, not overpowering but somehow intoxicating, and I could feel her softness pressing against me. As she rubbed against my back, my mind went completely blank. A tingling sensation washed over me from head to toe. I suppressed my inner turmoil and said to Nancy, "Ms. Stevens, please don't cross the—"

“Bren’s waiting for us.” I paused at the name. Bren — the scout with the easy smile, sharp eyes, and habit of looking at me as if I were carved sunlight. “Why?” I asked. Kael’s jaw flexed. “He found something.” *** We walked through the trees, following a narrow path dipping toward the river. Kael kept pace beside me, close enough that his arm brushed mine every few steps. A calculated distance—just enough to feel him, not enough to accuse him of hovering.

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!

Anytime he opened his mouth to talk, one could see his diastema. On the other hand, the young lady beside him had a facial beauty. She equally had a diastema, a beautiful dimple and a fairy skin paired with beautiful blue eyes. However, she was looking haggard in a very big and oversized dress. It was in total contrast to the gentleman's handsome and sophisticated aura. Everywhere they passed, people stopped to watch in surprise. A sales girl quickly tapped on another sales person's shoulder and asked in a whisper. "Isn't that Darryl Shaw, the famous billionaire?"

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she says with a smile on her face. Valentina guided the way, while Alexander didn't need guidance, he knew exactly where to go. He didn't have to be asked where to sit, or what to drink. A glass of dark liquid appeared in his hand almost instantly. The boutique was nothing like I imagined. The clothes were colour-coordinated, divided neatly by style. Valentina started pulling dresses, pants, shirts, a mix of everything. She sneaked a glance at me now and then as she worked, then made her way to the undergarment section.

It wrote a symbol on the ground; the other monsters recognized it and began to form around the leader from a safe distance. After finishing the symbol, the creature took careful steps backward before halting to genuflect. Smoke appeared from its nostrils as it attempted to speak. "My master, accept our sacrifice." It said with a hoarsed tone. The pavement around the symbol cracked. It traveled around the crude character before returning back to the original point. The space crumbled downwards, revealing the light of Hell underneath.

I wandered aimlessly between the rows of shelves, the soft shuffle of my shoes the only sound I could hear. The quiet was nice. It gave me space to breathe, to think. Eventually, I found myself in front of the romance section. The spines of the books were a rainbow of colors, each one promising a different kind of love story. My fingers skimmed across the titles until they stopped on a green book with a particularly beautiful cover. I pulled the book from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands. The cover was soft beneath my fingertips, almost velvety. It was stunning, the kind of book you’d want to display on a shelf just to admire. The title, "BE MINE," was written in elegant gold