Hello Beautiful Book Novels & Stories

Once she’d successfully swallowed the beignets, she gulped down the entire glassful. ---------------------- Hello, Are you enjoying this book? Of course you are, why else would you be here.. LOL Please check out my second book... The name's HAPPY FOREVER AFTER and I'm sure you will love it... Thank you.

Atticus Two Months Later The hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent. Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

I stop, standing there, taking in the picture, my mind saving it. How beautiful and perfect this moment is. I am lucky, so lucky to have him. He is someone I never expected to meet, someone I thought wouldn’t even look at me. He gave me everything, and he would sacrifice his own pleasure for me to have mine. This man is just, I don’t even know what to say other than, amazing. He turns to me, smiling. He is happy. I look at him, confused. After last night, if they turned off the machine, why is he so happy?

Gently hug you "It's our wedding." I smiled and buried my head in his lap. The pictures on the phone are breathtakingly beautiful. A prince on a white horse, a beautiful queen, we in the bridesmaids and groomsmen dress like a perfect, flawless work of art. I'm happy to see the photos that give me a sweet feeling.

I want to thank everyone who read Beauty and the Alpha and Beauty and Her Mate. Your support means the world to me and I can only hope that you enjoyed the stories and the characters. This is the beginning of the third and last book in the Beauty series. This is Kimmy's story, but all of our favorites will of course be there, as well as some new characters. Some loveable and others.. well... not so much. Once again, thank you for reading my books I appreciate you and if the stories don't completely suk and you want to show me some love, then I would be thrilled if you would drop me a comment or leave me a gem! Much love to all my loyal readers!

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be near.” I waited until she disappeared behind the swinging kitchen door before turning my full attention towards my drawing book. My awkward fumbling of the pencil stopped as I gripped it in a tight hold. Idea’s grew from the toxic darkness that lingered, the pointed tip of the lead carefully sketching a hand grasping an entwined honeysuckle and rose crown. A flower crown. A simple smile. Erasing some of the shaded blackness that colored the eyes. Yeah, I think I will color this one.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.