How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist の小説・ストーリー

A rare gem that shouldn’t exist in this realm. Copper red fur is rare. The only other being who has a tinge of red fur is Britney O’Shea and that in itself makes her special. River Kincaid? She isn’t just special, she’s out of the ordinary.

Some of the students leaned forward, caught in his knowledge. “It’s like the AI epidemic in humans,” he said suddenly, chuckling at his own analogy. “Their obsession with artificial intelligence. Magic is our equivalent. Everyone wants it, everyone wants to study it, everyone wants to bend it. And not everyone should.” His lips twisted. “Although, of course, not everyone can. Those who are born with a true gift remain… rare. Exceptionally rare. We don’t even know if such wolves exist anymore.” A collective gasp and murmurs swept across the rows of students. Questions bubbled instantly.

"H-how would you know? It's not like you've travelled the whole damn world and checked every single-" "I just know it. There can't be anyone else more beautiful that my mate. You are special and unique. And you're mine, and that makes you the most beautiful girl ever to exist in the whole damn universe," Holy hell. I think I just peed a little in my pants.

If I'm genuinely a curse or not. “Pardon me. I am not very familiar with Achaemenid Persian, but I will tell you the truth about red wolves,” Morgan says, gently removing her glasses. “When I saw you for the first time, I was astonished by your existence. A red moon happens once every decade, which makes red wolves the rarest and most unique wolf breed of all.” Raina’s jaw drops. “That is insane.” “The last one died before I ever got to see her. So, Isolde, you are the first red wolf I have laid my eyes on.”

My mouth opens making an o-shape as I heard every word of wisdom from her lips. “They are very rare; they only occur once about fifty years or sometimes hundred. A single moment, lasting mere seconds yet powerful enough to eclipsed the world. The tiniest thing of the all mighty’s creation but can’t be witnessed by the mortal eyes.” She spoke wisely and I could do nothing but to listen to her in absolute awe. Still, I didn’t get any of my answers.

Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him.

Camille growled. “Wait, I’ll like to hear her.” Stan grinned. “You were saying...” “Well, that combination is the rarest in the world.” Amber continued. “It only occurs in less than one percent of the world population. Unique.” She shrugged. “I’m shocked.” Stan gasped with mock wonderment. “Looks like we have ourselves a nerdy witch.” He chuckled. But although he looked amused, he couldn’t mask the admiration in his eyes. “Just trying to let him,” Amber tilted her head in Troy’s direction, “know that I know that wicked warlock.”

That is some weird thing to explain but yes, I might have read not knowing that it would become handy today. "That plant is very simple to identify but it cannot be seen by our naked eye. The only reason why that image exist is because once every millennium, that plant will shine and sparkle as if they are revealing themselves. Although, some statements said that there are one being who can see those plants even if they just use their natural eyes..." They are all listening to me attentively. "What being are that?" "Dwarfs..." "But... they are rare to see..."

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

she said, and I shrugged. “Hey, I am trying to explain!” I raised my hands in surrender. “Love, you are not an anomaly, you are a nightcrawler… a very rare creature, powerful, one in a million, unique, and mine,” she said, and he looked up at me, “A what?” he was trying to process.