Day6 You Were Beautiful Novels & Stories

--- Six Months Later The day unfolded with the kind of beauty that seemed almost unreal. The sky stretched above, and the sunlight cast a golden glow, enveloping everything in its warm embrace, infusing the world with a radiant glow that made even the simplest sights appear enchanting. There was a gentle breeze that danced through the air, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

Shout-out to: Author Trixie Kim , thank your amazing review on my story. Means aload to me. Keep loving and supporting ❤️🤗 ------------------------------------ Ava's POV: Today's Saturday, and it insinuates one thing, No Training. "Today's a good day," I smiled sheepishly and ducked back under the covers.

She murmured, scanning my face carefully, her small fingers tracing the line of my jaw as if trying to memorize it. I chuckled softly, brushing my fingers over hers. "Am I ugly now?" I asked lightly. She shook her head vigorously, eyes sparkling. "Beautiful!" She pressed her finger gently to my cheek. "Why not June anymore?" I took a deep breath, smiling softly. "I’m still June. This face… it’s a secret." "Secret?" she repeated, blinking, her small lips parted in wonder. "Yes. Since Aurora is such a good girl, I decided to become beautiful just for you. Only you can see my beautiful face."

There was a candlelit dinner on the dining table. Next to the wine, there was a small jewelry box. Inside, the diamond pendant I had wanted for two years and never let myself buy. She was wearing my best dress. She was leaning into Mason's shoulder. The caption read: 'Thank you for spoiling me, Mason. It's so nice to have a home.' Open daylight provocation. I did not call Mason crying this time. I did not push him to choose between us. I tapped the like button. I commented one line.

“what if he recognised me for something else only I have? Like brown hair… uh… small teeth… uh…” “oh please… you have cancer and you have literally lost all your hair to chemotherapy. Never forget that you are wearing a black wig.” She sighed. “this is stupid!” graaice muttered. * * “dude who was that girl earlier? Do you know her?” “what girl?” Rick asked. “don’t you know her? That girl dancing earlier. She seemed interested in you… I mean obviously Rick.” " I don’t know her.” He said.

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VIDA I woke up early and had my bath,brush my teeth,my morning routine.I wrapped the towel I found in the washroom around my body and came out .I met Dylan still in the room. "You will be wearing this love"He said giving me a blue bumper short and also a transparent crop top. "Dylan do I look like a slut to you?I can't wear these"I said "You will do as I say if you don't want to get hurt"He said and walked out

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

Even the usually creaky door to my room swung open like it was in my good mood. I knew I was only seeing it that way because of my very good mood but it didn't matter. June was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her usual chaos — hair up in a pineapple bun, a green face mask smeared unevenly across her cheeks, laptop open to some true-crime podcast, and popcorn scattered everywhere. She looked up mid-bite, and when she saw me, her eyes widened. “Oh my God,” she said slowly, pointing her spoon at me. “You’re glowing. Did you rob Sephora or something?”