He Who Is Beautiful Novel Novels & Stories

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

I pause looking back at him. " It is the first time a man has ever told me that I am beautiful," I murmured lowering my gaze in embarrassment That's because I was never this beautiful. I am an ordinary average girl who is a cleaner at a hotel. This life of luxury is not meant for me and just like Cinderella, the fantasy will be over in a few hours. I'll be back to my ordinary self. " That somehow makes me happy," he says with a grin on his face. Did I mention that he has a gorgeous smile.

Not again. So she stayed still. Silent. “You’re already in too deep. You already know it. You’re not just his anymore. He’s yours. In ways he’ll never admit. In ways he’ll never let himself say. But you can feel it. You can fucking feel it.” Her eyes dropped again to his face. His brows were relaxed. His lips slightly parted. He was… beautiful. Not handsome. Not brutal. Beautiful. In a way she never thought he could be. And she whispered again with no doubts in her heart.

" I tease "I'm going to make you mine." “She bites down on her plump lower lip. "I want to be yours."i said with my face mirroring the same look on his face. “He then clasped his hands with mine moving is out of the the dance floor and unto a balcony a little bit dark but seluded. “It's pretty out here," I say, leaning with my elbows on the concrete railing. The balcony faces the center of the city giving it a breathtaking view."This place is beautiful but not as beautiful as Greece"I sigh.

handsome. Handsome. Yes, she had to accept, he was beautiful, utterly beautiful. His every feature was on point, she never pointed out any flaw in his features. But to her, beauty was not everything. She had never made beauty as a scale for loving someone. Beauty was just a mere attraction for her. If beauty was the base of love, then she would have never loved Daniyal. Daniyal was an average looking guy. Even she was confused now, was that feeling love which she shared with Daniyal? Did she really love him? Or it was just a mere attraction? But that feeling had faded away long ago. Now, she felt nothing for Daniyal. Her heart was vacant now.

He speaks up again, and i finally turn back to look at his sexy eyes. He stare with a smile, as he stare at my eyes. I guess I am just too beautiful for his liking, he has never seen someone as beautiful as I before. His eyes scrutinize my thick black lengthy hair that has some strands on my forehead, I am very sure the imagination of having a handful of it his palms flash through his mind. The spark in my innocent pair of hazel eyes is everything to melt the coldest heart, my smooth looking skin is what any man would worship all day, and my curvy shape is enough to get any man intoxicated. Just who the hell is this beauty? I just have to praise myself because he is lost staring at this beau

I spent 4 hours completing the whole book. I wonder what my prince charming will look like. Tall, dark, handsome, bad for the world and good for me, these were the qualities I had thought of. But after reading this latest novel my updated list of quality includes protective also. He should protect me whenever I'm in trouble. And I'm still waiting for him. I don't know whether these kinds of guys exist or not but I want one. I close my eyes after doing my regular work, dreaming and imagining, though I know after waking up in the morning I'll be laughing at myself for thinking all this rubbish. However, the hangover after completing a novel lasts long. I need to be stable coming into reality t

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”