Divine Beauty Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

It's her! She was breathtaking with a mix of wonder and lust, I was entranced by her ethereal beauty. Her jet-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, its soft, loose curls framing her olive skin. Her light blue eyes sparkled like a calm ocean in the sun, mysterious and alluring, beckoning me to dive into their depths. Her full lips, a rosebud's promise, seem to whisper sweet nothings, inviting me to taste their sweetness. Her curves are a masterpiece of femininity, a symphony of lines and shapes that leave me breathless. And her voice, a sultry southern serenade, is a love song to the gods, a melodic whisper that weaves a spell of enchantment around me. She is a goddess!

We could now, drift off to sleep, surrounded by the beauty of the ocean, we were reminded of Abatrose's incredible talent and thoughtfulness. David's gift was the most breathtaking of all - an exquisite, delicate tiara, carefully crafted for our little princess. Adorned with the finest gems, sparkling like the ocean's treasures, it shimmered with a light that seemed almost otherworldly. This precious gift symbolized her destiny, for she was to be the next in line to reign as the 'Queen of Atlantis', a true gem in her own right. The tiara's beauty and significance left me speechless, a testament to David's love and craftsmanship.

"Now open your eyes, butterfly." He asked her while opening the blindfold of her eyes. Eva opened her eyes slowly, feeling the cold chilling wind on her sensitive skin. Her eyes widened at the scenario in front of her. It was a beautiful wedding venue in their huge mansion's garden where Naomi was present with her husband and their child. Besides them, there was a priest present in the aisle. Watching the beautiful scenario, Eva's eyes turned glossy. Vincent smiled at her reaction before taking steady steps to her front. "A crown for my queen."

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

Divine. Her hair spilled around her like a silken obsidian wave, glowing faintly under the moonlight. Her eyes shimmered, not with the usual earthy brown, but a liquid gold ringed in violet—eyes that knew desire and ruin. Her skin glowed with a luminescent sheen, as though kissed by moonlight itself, smooth and perfect. Her lips were plump, rosy, and her curves, once muted by servant’s rags, now appeared sculpted by ancient gods—every movement hypnotic, every breath like a siren’s call.

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.”

“You don’t have to kill us. You said you are a daughter of the moon. Just like her. Just like Neveah.” Divine glanced at him. “Yes. And?” “Doesn’t that mean the goddess gave you power too?” he asked. Divine smiled. “Of course she did. I was obedient once. That is how I received my power.” She looked away briefly. “I came here to fix a mistake. With your recklessness,” she said pointing towards Salcan. “You have ruined my plans.” Her eyes returned to them. “And now, you are no longer needed.” I looked at Salcan.