Everything Is Beautiful Novel Novels & Stories

Mom wipes away a tear. — This is the most beautiful day in a long time, she breathes. I look at her. Yes. The most beautiful. Not because it is perfect, but because it still exists, after everything. ALEXANDRE Yes, it's true. This is the most beautiful day. A simple day, between white walls and slow breaths. But in that simplicity, there is everything: the promise, the light, the life that persists. I look at Lyra, her hand in mine, her gaze turned toward what remains to come.

Forever blooms. And when it does, the world becomes beautiful again. Briefly. Painfully. Perfectly. Beautiful.

Does it scare me, no but it makes me wonder. The DJ starts the music back up and people have settled back in after the fight as if nothing happened. A few look at me. "This place is weird". Suddenly we hear, "It's her fault!" and points at me. I turn around, this must be her boyfriend, I almost feel bad for me. He looks at me and we make eye contact, wow he is a beautiful man. Tall, even would tower over me, black hair and green eyes, his skin is a beautiful olive color. It almost takes my breath away and I noticed I stopped breathing. There is an immediate attraction on my end but I quickly turn back around. "She didn't see anything! we hear. "Go home and don't leave until I get there, do y

Most times I don’t even bathe just for Elyra to wash but here…. Now! Why am I suddenly feeling guilty, guilty to have had the pleasure of witnessing this obscenely gorgeous and luxurious experience If death wasn’t a looming threat I would have wished Elyra to be the one here, right now because she would have loved this. Magical or not, for a girl who’s lived and grown in poverty luxuries like this are rarely ever seen. Such beauty forced into one room, Like comfort shaped specifically to weaken people. Is this a ploy or illusion?

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That part of the story does not seem important now. "You're different now," She says and I look at her. She has read my discomfort and I want to cry. She knows me more than any person in this world. This beautiful woman sitting here under this tree, with her lace top and black pants, saw through me as though I wore no clothes at all. "You helped him, even though he was black and you are white. You are not the person you were before that moment."

Fiona's words still stunned Justin. He sat on the couch thinking about all the things she had told him. She is the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. It might sound a bit cliché, but it's the truth. This is not because of how he treated her, but because he still remembers the day when he first met her.

I looked away from him, lowering my gaze to the ground. "I mean, I know I'm not ugly, per se," I whispered, finally. "But, my hair is always too wild. And I think my freckles are erratic," I said truthfully. His hands tightened on my sides. "Well," he breathed out, shuddering slightly, "ever since I saw you, I knew that you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen." Time slowed, as he leaned in, liquefying until every drop of it was splattered into another infinity—twisting, and spreading until the distance between us was almost closed with something long awaited.

Eliana’s POV The distant sound of an unfamiliar voice suddenly filled the air, echoing all around me as if it came from the heavens. The moments of bliss I’d been trying to savor prior to that were ruined in an instant and everything that made my surroundings so beautiful rapidly faded into nothingness. The sunshine, the pleasantly colorful flowers, the lively birds… it all dissolved into absolute darkness. Then everywhere slowly became bright again. I soon realized that that was because my eyes were coming open. The first thing that registered in my mind was the fact that I could still hear the unfamiliar voice, except that it was very much closer this time.

The sun dipped low, casting a warm orange glow over broken rooftops and newly sprouting gardens. Rigg broke the silence first, voice low and thoughtful. “You know… for all the chaos, for all the death, there’s something beautiful about this.” Nora tilted her head, glancing at him. “Beautiful?” He nodded. “Survival, healing, life went on when it seemed impossible, that’s beauty, in its rawest form.” She allowed herself a small smile. “I suppose… it is.” The city’s heartbeat was slow but steady now. A gentle rhythm underfoot, under stone, under soul. And as they watched, faint golden motes of light drifted across the horizon, carried on the wind, echoes of the Crown, whispers of Evelyn, a remi