He Who Is Beautiful Novel Novels & Stories

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

“Yes, I am.” I stopped short, not really expecting that answer. “Umm… do you even know how I look like? I look horrendous,” I said. That was a lie. I didn’t really look horrendous if one could manage to look past my scar. I had long, dark brown hair and long dark lashes surrounded my hazel green eyes. Okay, maybe I didn’t look as bad as I wanted him to think, but with my scars, I was definitely no Barbie doll. Hunter shook his head. “I may be blind, Allison. But believe me when I say that… I see you.” His voice was serious… sincere. “And you… look unbelievably beautiful to me. Like an angel sent down from heaven.”

I am guilty of that girl, don't know who she was and how she is after I took her virginity. He couldn’t help but drown in the past and thinking about Melisa and the girl who was with him in the night. An angelic voice broke his chain of painful thoughts. “Stee, I can't sleep without you,” Sky said. Steve zoomed out of his dreadful thoughts, which were killing him. He tilts his head side and saw an innocent beauty in front of him. She is looking like an angel in a white satin night suit with two side braid and her all-time favorite Veve was in her hand.

''You're cute when you're flustered,'' He leans near his car as I look up into his eyes, not expecting him to say that. ''I may not be skin and bones but my body is way better than the rest of the girls that you've ever dated except for Imara,'' I recall back the images of Imara, by far the most beautiful woman he has ever dated—with her dark skin and perfectly structured face, it was a shame to see him ending things with her. Not just that, her body was to die for!

Her hair was still stylishly tied up, looking dazzling. This little girl was originally a rare beauty, and her attire added to her charm. Every time he saw her, she had a new look that always dazzled him. This fiery red outfit made her youthful beauty even more stunning, adding the finishing touch. Beautiful things always bring joy to people's hearts. However, Henry was immune to beauty because everyone in his family was good-looking. Although he was somewhat impressed when she walked in, the thought of the searing pain from those whips hitting his body made Henry have mixed feelings.

He was undoubtedly the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on and she hated him for it because he only reminded her of how utterly plain she was. It made her chest ache to know that she would never be beautiful or even pretty, and she felt deeply ashamed for caring. She hated him for all the emotions he brought about. The door opened just then to reveal a beautiful woman who looked about 20 or so with hair the colour of blood, dark and crimson, shining in the light that came in through the open windows. Katherine had never seen that colour except her own but did not comment on it. Okay

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

he murmured. Beauty shook her head. She tried to say something, but her voice was lost, replaced with sobs. "I hate to see you this broken, it hurts." He whispered this time as his thumb traced her ankle to finish the high knot of her heel. His touch felt so tender, his hands surprisingly delicate for a man so strong and composed. Beauty's lower lip trembled. She had expected that he might be different, but she hadn't expected this much from him. She was used to being dismissed, overlooked, or judged for her appearance. But here he was, looking at her as though she was the most precious thing in the world.

“What–what are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes. “Hi to you too.” I hadn’t noticed it before but I could see now that she was pretty. And not just plain pretty, but pretty in a breathtaking way. She had a small oval face that would easily lift the mood of anyone that was having a bad day. Adding to her beauty were small, rounded lips and shiny black hair that had been rolled into a bun at the back of her hair. In her sky blue shirt and pencil skirt, she looked totally out of place in a bar like that.