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But something kept her there, as he lifted his eye to her, holding her in some sort of spellbound. She felt her breath hitch as he looked up to her eyes. Dark grey eyes that looked like the clouds of rain at midnight, hair that was beautifully blonde and silky, it got her imaginations running wild. She swallowed as her eyes skimmed down his face. Straight roman nose, and heavily defined, pale pink cupid's bow lips. His jaw line was so straight, she could imagine how it would feel in her hands. He had left his three top buttons undone, and the tops of a toned body came into teasing view. She could see the tops of a tattoo to the side of his neck, and hell, she wanted to see where it led. Wher

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

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she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

Yes, one way or another, I have to have it. “Don't worry, we can see everything you want. I warn you we will end up tired, but it's worth it, you'll see,” she squeezes my hand tightly and gives me a beautiful smile. “I want us to look at the furniture. I want you to have a complete idea of what you want and need. Then I'll take you to the baby clothes, and how beautiful it is to touch something so small. Oh, I'm getting so excited to have a baby.” “You are evil, you know this gives me goosebumps.”

The kind that rubs it in your face that even at your best, you will have nothing on her. Perfect hair and makeup. Perfect smile. Practically zero cellulite in her body. The cruel realisation hit me like a big yellow bus that all the women Asher has ever been with are model-like perfect women. Women who were exactly like her. And here I am, struggling to cover up my dark circles and acne scars.

Raisa looked down in shame, then gently kissed the real flowers. "Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body

breathtaking—no other word could suffice— it was the perfect fit. I observed as the luscious dark brown locks of her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She sat comfortably on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, the ash-colored shorts barely concealing her creamy thighs. Her slender neck and eyes, though not clearly visible in the image, hinted at a possible hazel hue, completing the portrait of her beauty. This picture was so fucking simple yet everything, literally everything about her was too fucking perfect. Damn, the realization that Jacob Adriano had acquired yet another invaluable gem that I hadn't even laid eyes on until now, cut deep.

It wasn’t just perfect—it was the kind of beauty that complemented every expression, whether she was caught in laughter or lost in thought. Her complexion was flawless, a smooth canvas untouched by imperfection, as if she had been kissed by the gentlest breeze of nature itself. There was a radiance in her skin, a glow that made her presence feel light and vibrant even in the simplest of settings. Whether beneath dim lighting or the bright outdoors, she carried an effortless grace that turned heads wherever she went. Her lips—full and gently curved—held the kind of softness that made even the simplest smile enchanting. They carried a quiet confidence, a subtle yet undeniable charm that reflec

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.