Novel & Cerita Divinity Beauty

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

An impromptu dance routine began the moment that a bunch of people materialized. Who would have guessed that Hades could freestyle so well? I supposed that even the Gods needed hobbies. Holy fuck. This was completely unexpected but entirely awesome. Nyx, Fury, and Davina howled once the routine ended. The rest of us were cheering as well. This was definitely one of those memories that would go down as one of the best fucking ones. “Nae, would you like to do the honors of cleansing his darkness?” Beauty asked our daughter. She flashed her mother a sadistic little grin, answering that question without needing to verbalize it. Her eyes had lit up like a pup on Christmas morning. This gift was a

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

A girl? The child continued to mature and slowly their body filled out as she quickly reached adolescence. Within mere minutes, the adolescent transforms into an extremely beautiful woman with perfect proportions and other equally perfect traits. David’s eyes were wide. He came from a world where women of all types, beauty, renown, and ability were everywhere. The internet allowed everyone to showcase their uniqueness but all of those paled in comparison to the entity in front of David. What was the word… Perfect? David concluded that this was God. Perfect in whatever way he… or in this case, she wants.

But then how am I still breathing and still her, maybe I’m at the afterlife crossover. It was heavenly, everywhere here is made with cloud and fairy dusts, so sparkly and shiny, everything here is so beautiful. This place is really lovely and all word they describes beautiful, the tiny little dusts floating around everywhere makes it more glamorous. Suddenly the sparkly dusts started coming together and soon took a beatific figure of a gorgeous woman, face like that of an angel, skin like that of a Greek goddess, dressed in a white regalia she approached me with her presence emitting a powerful aura. My mouth fell open in shock at how God can create this beauty, she’s beyond beautiful in my

"We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!" Dark's spiritual energy flowed from the bible, illuminating the classroom with an aura of glistening black and orange hue. They watched while the energy's aura continued its circular motion around the room, until it came crashing down on Dark and Phuture simultaneously. The duo's location changed after the aura crashed down on them from the ceiling. Phuture's intelligent guess was that they'd been transported to a world of divinity, but confusion wouldn't falter her from an attempt to retur

She patted the space beside her, inviting me to join. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin that glowed like the moon itself and eyes that held the depth of galaxies. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves of silver and starlight. But beneath that serene exterior, I sensed a formidable power—a force that could be both nurturing and devastating. How could someone who claimed to be on the side of good have allowed so much suffering? It was hard to reconcile the benevolent deity of our lore with the reality before me.

“Her beauty was a divine delicacy that I could only hold within my dreams. I tested my dream of her beauty, and I whispered her grace to the angels. The sounds of heaven replied to me, telling me that her beauty transcended not only in my dreams, but even heaven” – Lionel Suggs.

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".

was no longer a shell—she was a Storm. The "Liquid Despair" shrieked as it was refracted by the "Authentic Life" of a goddess who had finally been Fed by her own Scorned. It vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, its "Extractions" incinerated by the fact that Divinity is not a Resource—it’s a Choice.