Novel & Cerita Ella Era Bonita

I almost don’t want to believe it was real, but I am deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Are you ready?” I mind-link her, my impatience rolling through my voice. I can’t wait to see her. I am sure she looks really gorgeous. “Almost,” she replies. I wait there for a few more minutes before the door suddenly opens and Elara appears before me. My jaw drops as my gaze sweeps from her head to her toes. To say she is gorgeous is an understatement. She looks like a fucking goddess in her baby-blue dress that has frills all over it.

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

Ella exclaimed in desperation. Leticia looked up and instantly her eyes was drawn to Linda and the way she was looking at Ella. It wasn’t true what Nina said earlier about Ella’s appearance, it was quite the opposite because she was extremely attractive and curvy. From sharing a bathroom with her once or twice, she could confidently say that her skin was fair and smooth like milk whilst her breast was full with pointed big pink nipples.

She took another sip, her expression calm and composed, as if they were discussing fabric samples rather than something so degrading. “Why not?” Orella asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. “He is incredibly handsome, wealthier than most men in this city, and he drives cars that cost more than most people’s homes. Tell me, Elara...isn’t that exactly what women of your generation dream about? A man who can change your life in one night?” Elara felt bile rise in her throat, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she fought to stay respectful.

Erella felt a little irked by the rudeness of the lady. 'Is she ignoring me because I am not a high-ranking noble?' Erella thought. Stephanie followed her eyes where the two were looking. Then she saw Erella. She was greatly surprised by how beautiful the little lady was. It was the first time, she saw someone as beautiful as her. She looked like a little angel. Her eyes sparkled as she was looking at Erella because a horde of ideas came to her. Beautiful and cute dresses came to her mind while looking at Erella. Then a thought came to her, she wanted Erella to be her model in every dresses she will make in the future. Erella suddenly felt awkward, when the lady was looking at her like she w

She felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown on her. “You should count yourself lucky the Luna is in a good mood, and as for you, ” Bianca turned to Elise, “try to advise your lady. She listens to you. She has found her mate, and the man loves her. Rather than waiting on an already taken-off boat, she should board a new one.” Yella did not need to hear the words twice. It was at that moment everything clicked, and without shame, she smiled, turned to her maid, and grabbed the basket. She handed it over to Elise.

I muttered, though secretly, I enjoyed the attention. "I’m serious!" Margo smacked my shoulder so hard I almost choked on air. "I told you, right? That Latina ‘De Cruz’ face of yours shouldn’t be wasted. You looked like... like—" "Like a leading actress in a Hollywood movie," Elle interrupted, flicking her hair back with an overly graceful pose. "Elegant, classy, a little arrogant—" "And definitely," Joy added, pointing at me as if accusing me of a crime, "very, very captivating."

C H A P T E R 2 2 : T O C O N V I N C E O N E S E L F E L L A S T A N F O R D After Washington D.C. intermittent sunshine and rain, Trapani, Sicily looked so unreal and beautiful — just like a coloured postcard. The streets lined with palm trees whose leaves were green and lustrous, the hotels dazzling white and glinting in the sun, the layered rows of houses softly washed in pastel colours, over all of the town the brilliant azure sky making it look more like a film set than anything Ella could remember.

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o

She's quiet the rest of the drive, but she keeps her hand in mine and her thumb moving back and forth across my knuckles in the slow unconscious way. The villa sits above the town on a cliff that makes the whole coast look like it was arranged specifically to be looked at. Designed with whitewashed walls, terracotta floors worn smooth by decades and a terrace with a table for two and a view that does something embarrassing to the chest the first time you see it. The caretaker shows us through, and leaves us with wine and bread and oil and the good sense to disappear. Elara walks straight through the villa to the terrace and stands at the railing. The sun drops toward the water, turning every