Called Beautiful Novels & Stories

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

“I don’t know flowery Latin words like you, but with the amount of vocabulary I have, and the soul of language that I can comprehend… I want to say that I have never seen a man more beautiful than you…” “Handsome would be a better word choice, don’t you think?” I said. “No. Handsome means good looking and has more visual appeal, while beautiful means pretty and attractive, giving pleasure to the senses. And you, Zephyr, you pleasure all my senses... unfathomably, beautifully.” “A great philosopher once said, ‘words have no gender, just meaning that you attach to it.’ You proved it,” I said, entwining my tongue with her as she kissed me more intensely.

Well, erased the word feeling because I am beautiful for real, it's not just a feeling duh! "Oh, sorry for being beautiful. I'm so beautiful that's why my husband loves me even more." There is a trace of annoyance on her face. "Beautiful? Which side?!" "Whether I turn my back, take a side view, look forward or bend over, I'm still beautiful. if only I could give this beauty, expect that I won't give it to you because even if I give some to you, you're still ugly..." "...like your attitude," I added.

He was acting so strict and cruel. Was it wrong to have a little fun with someone they liked hanging out with? Angela was a nice and beautiful girl and Miles liked her. There is a big difference between pretty and beautiful. In his own words, he believed someone was pretty if they only looked extraordinarily beautiful after putting on makeup and expensive accessories. To him beautiful was when someone was beautiful without putting on anything and when the person did put on makeup…No words could describe how beautiful he or she would be. That was what he believed though the dictionary did not define pretty and beautiful as that. Angela was beautiful. That he knew.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

She notices the ink and she likes it. A lot of women do. But for some reason, right now, I only care if Beatrice does. She glances up and catches me staring at her, again. But instead of shying away, she smiles at me. And fuck me, that smile... "What?" She asks softly, a little amused. I blink, thrown off by how goddamn beautiful she is. "What?" She giggles. Making me want to hear it again. Makes me want to be the only reason she makes it.

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

Picking a dress was very easy for me, the staff kept complimenting my beauty and I couldn’t help but blush . I loved the look, and it complimented my figure and hugged my curves in the right places. Next, I needed a new hairstyle. I wanted to go bold and blonde, something to make me completely stand out from how I used to look. I got to the salon and immediately transformed into a blonde beauty, just like the movie stars.