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“And every instinct I possess tells me you are hiding something.” She swallowed carefully. Because the terrifying part was that he was right. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said quietly. “You don’t exactly feel normal either.” “That is not an answer.” “No.” She lifted her eyes back toward his. “It isn’t.” Silence stretched between them while snow gathered softly in his dark hair. Gods. He was beautiful. Not simply attractive. Beautiful in the dangerous heartbreaking way storms were beautiful. The kind that pulled people closer even when they knew destruction waited inside.

Her beige hazel eyes roamed over her each and every mark and scar on her whole body which made her heart to painfully squeeze inside her chest when she recalled how beautiful she had felt herself to be when he had kissed them ever so tenderly like her flaws were like blessing to him Inessa had always thought she was far away from this world's definition of beauty . Let alone beautiful, she didn't even worth considering closer to it until last night where he had made her to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He had made her to feel worthy in her own skin. He had made her to accept her own scars by accepting them as his but only to let her completely alone in the very next moment

It crashed over her like a wave. And as she looked into those eyes—stormy, vulnerable, and utterly consuming—she saw something she hadn’t let herself notice before. He was beautiful. Not in the perfect, polished way Alpha Princes were praised at by ladies, but in a way that made her chest ache. He was real, and wounded, and alive. And in this moment, he was hers.

the walls, the questions, the breaking. Tonight, she would learn the truth. Tonight, he would show her who he really was. And tomorrow? If Beauty succeeded in her plan, he might never have that chance. *** Atop the marble balcony of her private suite, Beauty sipped aged cognac from a diamond-cut glass. Below, Dubai glittered like a jewel in the palm of a tyrant. “Two more days,” she murmured, licking her lips slowly. She turned as Eric entered, his shirt half-buttoned, a Cuban cigar between his fingers, his face carved with subtle disdain. “You really want to go through with this?”

As they passed each other, he stopped instinctively, turning to watch her as she walked away, her skirt swirling in the breeze, her honey-colored hair held back by a blue ribbon, with a few loose strands framing the delicate profile of her face. “What a beautiful woman…,” he thought, still motionless, his eyes following her every step as if contemplating a rare vision. There was a serene, almost ethereal beauty about her. A blend of grace and quiet elegance that seemed out of place in this era. For a moment, he had the strange sensation of having witnessed something unforgettable—that pure beauty and fascinating elegance. ***** John That same evening, as the city bustled beneath his eyes, Jo

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My nipples perk up, threatening to cut through my dress, I loathed him, I loathed him for making my body react this way. "You look so fucking beautiful. So fucking stunning and all mine." He says in between our kisses, I'm beyond turned in at his words, "all mine." He repeats and I whimper as he presses my nether region with his leg. He leaves my face and trails kisses down my neck, at this point I'm a mess. I had fallen too far, I knew I had to stop, before I regretted it. Shoving him off I stare at him with absolute abhorrence. He smirks and looks at me up and down.

I decided against asking if anyone had arrived before me and just instead sat patiently and by patiently, I mean if he's not here in ten minutes, the date is definitely over. Less than five minutes later, an average height man appears in front of me and I'm temporarily hypnotised by how great he looks. He looked mid-thirty, obviously the type that works out since his physique was beyond amazing and that face alone would make any woman fall at his feet. Let's not even talk about that beautiful smile he has on his face, he looked so overjoyed to see me and I partly found that strange. Did he know me? "Hi, I'm Tobi. You must be Omotayo?" he asked and I nodded in reply. "It's really nice to meet

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

My God. My smirk faded and turned into a surprised expression. She was…beautiful. Her doe hazel eyes, puffed lips, and that fucking perfect hourglass-shaped body. And her braces are gone. Her peach coat hung perfectly on her shoulders as the tight buttons of her black shirt were ready to pop out. By seeing her expression, I can say she’s as shocked as I am. “Rowan,” I heard her muttering as I quickly changed my expression into the snarky one.