Eres Hermosa Frases Novels & Stories

Rosa says as she leaves my room and walks downstairs. I’m getting ready and changing my clothes to a red casual dress. “Wow… you look great, darling!” I say as I point myself in front of the mirror. “Mirror mirror on the wall… who’s the most Hermosa fairest girl in the universe?” I say as I turn my body in front of the mirror and giggle. “Well… you’re a ray of sunshine… a rain of warm summer… a bright fire of a cold winter’s day!” Lena says as she gets into the room. “Babe! You’re here” I say as I run to Lena.

From the gentle slope of her shoulders to the curve of her hips, she was a vision of perfection, ethereal and alluring in equal measure. "Fuck your..." Words seemed to fail me; nothing seemed fitting, beautiful didn't cover it, nor did perfect. Her hair, damp and tousled from the shower, framed her face in a cascade of silver locks. Droplets clung to the strands like jewels, adding an extra layer of allure to her already captivating presence.

Now he was heading to Aiden’s office to discuss some things he found about their joint shipping company in Japan and when he went every time to Sofia’s apartment building to catch a glimpse of his wife to give him hope and comfort, he wasn’t just expecting to see her so soon and she was coming out of the building he was entering. She looked more beautiful than the last time he saw her, he skin was glowing, her hair which he loves to let down was up in a ponytail and he was really tempted to walk over to her to take it off the band that held it and probably ban her from buying or using hair bands. ‘Hermosa’ was the first word that popped into his head when he assessed her looks from her smoot

I found myself studying his features more like a beautiful artwork. I felt lingers from his arm around my waist. Compared to him, I was and felt so small in his arms. I felt my face toasted as his eyes stared down at me, blankly, enchanting. I gulped down the lump that had cropped up in my throat, he brought his hand up and brushed his thumb against my cheek, I found myself leaning to his touch, feeling my heart skip a beat. "Hermosa!" Something snapped in me at the Spanish word, I instantly shoved him away and raced out from the kitchen, without looking back.

Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed. All I want is to kiss her, and worship her- every inch of her. “Even the first flower of spring that blossoms cannot match your beauty, nor the first ray of the morning light, Mi Amor. You are the reason the word perfect was created.” I murmur quietly, my deep voice sounding deeper, although I’m trying to keep it low. She gasps and I know it’s because of what I called her. It might be a common phrase… but I have not used it before… ever. But it is befitting of her.

She was damn beautiful and her voice was like someone pouring honey in ears. Yaad aa jati hai mujhe wo Teri hasi, Muskura jati hai khud Ye palken meri. (I remember your beautiful Smile, My lips automatically curves In a smile) She was amazing, I met many girls in business parties and all but they all were clingy but she was different, different from everyone and unique. I don't know why but just thinking about her my lips automatically curves in a smile. Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later.

“Just prove him wrong, baby. Crea algo tan hermoso (create something so beautiful), that you won’t need to follow any rules.” “¿De verdad crees que puedo? (You really think I can?)” “Of course, mi angelito (my angel), you can do anything.” I love my Mum. “Thanks, má.” “De nada (You’re welcome). Now excuse me, I have a spar day to get to.” I laughed. On the bright side, I make all the money to make sure my mum could have as many spar days as she wants. “Enjoy. Te quiero (love you).”

"Hi, Demitrio. Is everything okay?" Demitrio turned to face her, his gaze filled with admiration. "Magnífica, te ves hermosa. You look absolutely stunning," he said softly. "Radiant, even." Marissa smiled wider at his compliment. "Thanks," she said, feeling warm inside. "You're looking good too."

And the way he said it—like it was a compliment, not an insult—made my wolf preen. "I'm not that fierce," I said, then mentally kicked myself. This was exactly the kind of self-deprecating thing the old Callie would say. Santiago's eyes darkened. "You kicked a man in the balls, exposed him to the entire pack, and walked out with your head high. That's pretty fucking fierce, hermosa." The way he kept calling me hermosa—beautiful in Spanish—made my stomach flutter. Nobody had ever called me that before. Well, Marco had called me beautiful too, but this felt different. More intense. More... right.

she said, while trying to catch her breath. "Te amo, mi alma," I whispered against her hair. "Te amo mucho." "Gracia cariño, eso fue perfecto." I chuckled. Someone had been working on their Spanish phrases. "De nada, baby girl. That was perfect," I cooed. "Let's go shower."