Novel & Cerita Everything Is Beautiful Novel

Sometimes I wondered if I would ever find a love like theirs, whilst relationships and falling in love weren't a priority of mine, it did sound nice to be able to be comfortable with someone and give your heart to them. We began making our way and I played music whilst reading an assigned book from English. Clearly te grind does not stop, especially when majority of your year group s predicted to go to Oxbrigde of all of the leading universities in the UK. Once the car stopped I looked out of the window, in awe at the beautiful house in front of me. It was dated in age but timeless in beauty. This had to easily go for millions, whoever lived here was lucky bevcause the views from the balcon

A wooden cabin, with flowers surrounding its perimeter, a good view to the mountains peeking from a distance and cherry blossoms surrounding the periphery of the house. Not waiting to be ushered outside, Sheila stepped out of the car as her eyes shone at the beautiful scenery in front of her. Words alone couldn't explain just how beautiful the place was. It's cool breezeway, washing away the city smell and bringing about a relaxing feeling. " Wow! it's beautiful here!" Sheila exclaimed, awed by the picturesque before her. When Sheila heard that Fred was taking her out, all she thought was maybe they would be going to a fancy restaurant or even a beach, this was the last place she thought abo

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.

Nice answer, if I tell him I have absolutely no idea that it also came as a shock to me he will look down on me and you know. "We both know you've been ugly up until the time of your birthday, tell me what happened." He demanded. "I look at myself every single day dumbfounded at how beautiful I was but you and everyone always thought I was ugly, I don't care what y'all think of me, I'm beautiful whether ugly or now." That's a paradox right there, 'beautifully ugly' he stared at me with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word, I gave him the perfect answer without revealing anything.

Everything new. Everything beautiful. Everything eeriely quiet.

I feel myself drifting away in sleep. When I wake up I feel my back patched up and less painful. Someone must've came in while I fell asleep. I see a tray of food, something different now. A water, garlic bread, spaghetti and a cinnamon roll. The sight of something different to eat makes me happy, I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. Being in this predicament has made me appreciate the little things in life.

That blinding smile of his still made my heart stutter. I turned the phone screen toward him. “A novel by my favorite writer Caroluchy… title CEO Plus Size Crush.” “Hmm… sounds interesting,” he murmured with a smile. "It is very interesting. I highly recommend it... and it's funny also emotional... a complete rollercoaster." I replied. “You know if I were a writer, I’d fill books with poetry about you. You’re not just beautiful...you’re living art. A magnificent, breathtaking masterpiece. Each time I stare you and how on earth I bagged you?”

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

Daniel’s pov The scent of lemon and pine filled the kitchen, a sharp contrast to the nerves brewing within me. Beauty was scrubbing the already spotless countertops, her movements robotic, almost desperate. I leaned against the doorway, watching her. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air, but failing to illuminate the darkness in her eyes. "Everything alright, Beauty?" I asked, keeping my voice gentle. She jumped, a tiny flinch that betrayed her composure. "Fine," she chirped, too quickly, too brightly. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, those beautiful, usually vibrant eyes that now held swirling lines of worry. "Just... cleaning."