Novel & Cerita Complete Beauty

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

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

It was more than he had deserved anyway. “I think that is the best one,” Sebastian agreed. “Edward?” “It provides a good explanation for everything,” Edward replied. “It sounds plausible as well.” “Excellent, I will pass your approval along to the media department.” Bernadette surprised him by leaning forward to stare at his hair. Edward could tell she was looking at his roots. “Are you happy to go back to having your natural hair? Your hair isn’t looking too healthy and won’t photograph well.” “It’s fine,” he replied.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

“You don’t need to lose.” The white shifted. soft. pulling. wrapping around me. because now it wasn’t forcing. It was convincing. “You can be complete,” it said. The word hit. deep. because that was what it had been saying all along. complete. stable. perfect. the version of me reached out. hand steady. certain. “Take it,” she said.

As she pulled out her white one, she hung it over the hook, unbuttoning the shirt of nightwear. Adjusting the brush in her teeth, she got all naked for her bath, as she was brushing her teeth, looking in front of the mirror, she noticed herself, golden hair, white snowflake skin, ocean blue big eye buttons, a slender neck, not so big but plumpy breast. She had a perfect body and she knew it very well. She had everything that she ever wanted, it was a perfect life, but not her perfect life.

Almost perfect. Almost.

▄︻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.

But nothing had prepared me for the sight of her now. She was beautiful in a way that didn’t seem real, beautiful in a way that made the air around her bend, quiet, reverent. Her skin pale, almost translucent, like porcelain kissed with fragility. The new face was flawless, each line carved with delicate precision, each feature so devastatingly symmetrical it made my throat tighten. And yet, there was something haunting about her beauty. Not vibrant, not alive, but quiet. Haunted. As though perfection had been grafted onto sorrow, as though the surgery had given her a mask of loveliness without erasing the weariness underneath.