Novel & Cerita Complete Beauty

BETH- PRESENT Besides Sofia, she has to be the most beautiful woman I've seen outside TV. Even though Rachel tries, she has never achieved this level of perfection. From her perfectly coiffed hair; down her ridiculously expensive clothes, and I can tell they are from just looking- not that I am an expert on designer clothes; to her manicured toes, she is perfect. She is the kind of woman other women would want to be; exotic and mysterious looking. Even her perfume promises of seduction on a dark night. I've never been into women, but I assume she’d be the kind I would have liked.

She returns a few moments later, her long trench coat on her body and a pair of stilettos on her feet. She's the vision of beauty, and I know for certain that I won't be able to get this image of her out of my head any time soon. Why does she have to be utterly perfect in every way? Brunette, check! Beguiling eyes that make me want to fall into their depths, check! Fantastic figure, check! Delectable smile, check! Fuck, I can't find a fault in her. And that's not good; it's awful, in fact.

Droplets of water adorned her glistening skin, hinting at the shower she had just taken. Haider was taken aback, his frustration momentarily forgotten. Ameera's beauty transcended his wildest dreams. Her luscious hair, damp and cascading over her shoulders, added to her allure. Her eyes sparkled like precious gems, and a subtle blush adorned her cheeks, contrasting with the radiance of her flawless complexion.

His perfect, kissable lips. “Have I told you how beautiful you looked today?” Jace asked, his voice husky and low. “Looked?” Ella repeated, confused at the past tense. If anything, this dress was the best she'd ever looked in her whole life. “The jeans looked sexy as hell earlier,” Jace answered, somehow moving closer to her. “And that blue dress at the wedding was perfect. It made you glow.” “And now?” Ella was breathless. His fingertips were still on her chin and she was staring up into his eyes. This was what magic felt like.

I was too late to fight for my love. I was too late. But despite just staying here and watching her from a distance, makes me fall in love with her even more. She is effortless and I am obsessed. I love how she coos when Bethany is crying. I love how she makes these adorably funny faces that even makes me and Ben laugh just from sitting here. I love how she is so comfortable about herself and that there’s just no pretension. She's really a perfect illustration of beauty. Effortless and simple.

The cold, composed doctor nodded, a folder in his hand as he walked toward me. Standing beside me, he began his examination. “How are you feeling, Ms. Sky?” “I’m fine.” He opened the folder. “With a deep wound on your arm, several bruises across your body, and yet you claim to feel nothing… Ms. Sky, I recommend a comprehensive exam. We need to determine if you might have congenital analgesia.” For some reason, I laughed at his—I suppose— cold joke. “Though seeing you laugh… I suppose that’s a good sign.”

Basil I help Layla into the tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a sponge I soak it in water and begin to clean her body. I clean the grime from her, I clean the dirt from her hair until the water is so dirty you can't see through it. Unplugging the drain, two months worth of filth goes down the drain. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the bed, getting a comb I start to take out the tangles in her hair. Letting the towel fall I observe her back, scars mar her body, some fresh and some are raised not healing properly. Reaching under the bed I retrieve the first aid kit, I cover her wounds in ointment and patch them up with bandages. Getting one of my shirts from my closet I slide it over h

The Costello mansion was massive. Aiden tried not to stare too obviously as he followed Alexander up the grand staircase. The polished marble floors gleamed under soft lighting, tall windows overlooked the perfectly manicured gardens, and elegant chandeliers hung from high ceilings. Everything about the place felt more like a palace than a home. He had never been anywhere like this before. His family’s house had been big, but this… this was on another level entirely. Alexander walked ahead calmly, clearly used to the luxury that surrounded him. His mother followed a few steps behind them with a small, knowing smile on her face.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

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