How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist Novels & Stories

She marveled, “It’s as if this place is not of this world. “I told you, it’s the Earth’s magic. There are rumored to be many such places throughout the world, but I have seen very few of them. As far as I know, this is the only one around here for miles, perhaps this is the last one, for all I know. We call it the old place.” “The old place,” she repeated, “It’s simply beautiful. No wonder you didn’t want us to be followed down here.” “I have more reason than just its beauty. There are some bad men in this world who would like to see this place gone for good.”

Something rare… like what he was asking of me. I covered my mouth with my trembling hand, trying to hold it together, but my chest ached. No one had ever looked at me the way he was looking right now. No one had ever thought I deserved something this precious. Tears finally spilt, my lips quivering as I whispered, “It’s… beautiful. Too beautiful for me.” He frowned, shaking his head slowly, eyes burning into mine. “Nothing is too beautiful for my queen.” The words sank deep, and the cliffs, the ocean, the fireworks, all blurred into the background. The only thing clear was him, kneeling before me, holding out the rarest treasure in the world… and asking me to be his.

Alec nodded. Rare. Rare was what she always liked to hear, but the rest was a big no-no! rare, like a beautiful and loyal woman. rare, like a strong and fearless man. Rare like everlasting love. Rare like that magical spell book Alec going to give her that she didn't have. She had a hundred, but it wasn't the one she was looking for. She thought to herself. "Indeed. They are rare, but they don't eat people. Silly." Alec was debating with himself in his mind, it seemed. Why wouldn’t he want them? The only downside was that they might accidentally eat him. Or they could make this region untouchable.

Like what I told her, being with the Semper Augustus made me feel like my mother was with me, and even though I was alone on this island with practically strangers, I felt like I wouldn't be that lonely anymore. After learning that this tulip is my mom's favorite, it also became my favorite, but even without my mom appreciating this flower, you couldn't help but admire the beauty and sophistication of this flower. It has the appearance of red feather-like patterns, reminiscent of a phoenix emerging from a snowy terrain. It leaves anyone who sees it in awe due to its vivid crimson flares, which create a spectacular contrast against the white backdrop of its petals. This kind of tulip is said

I simply wore whatever sleek, minimalist pieces fit my corporate armor. Julian had never noticed. He had assumed my cold, minimalist exterior was just who I was. He never knew that beneath the calculating strategist, there was a quiet, untouched appreciation for something so intensely rare and brilliantly colored. "It's stunning," I murmured, my voice a fraction softer than usual. "It is," Camille agreed gently. "Its sheer scarcity makes it irreplaceable. We keep it vaulted to anchor the Maison's valuation." She watched my face for a moment, noticing the rare, quiet focus in my eyes. She reached toward the discreet security panel on the side of the display.

He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible. Almost. I liked my table consisting of a variety of dishes. Sticking to one was just not on my genes. Ask my father– oh wait, he left. Snickering at my own joke, I flipped through the pages and I sank in the leather seat. As I read further, my brows arched at the interesting words and qualities of acquiring a mate. The first thing I learned was the rarity of a mate. They were so rare that some gods didn't even acknowledge their existence and the ones who found the special mate were forced to keep them hidden.

He still loved her for who she was. Sometimes she wished they shared the same interests. He was a neat freak and she was sloppy. He was a chess master while she likes to write. Still, as they say, opposites attract. This had to be the case for them, Except for the fact that they had met when they were both crack addicts, she wasn't sure they would have ever found anything else in common. Well that and fantastic sex. "Thanks to you, I feel amazing this morning,” she said, smiling.

He incredulously says. "Because it's a trait so rare that only one family in the clan has it now. We used to all be born with natural blood red eyes but due to the mixture of different and incompatible bloodlines in the past few centuries, it canceled out so it only appears in very few people. Of course, it is now barely visible since only exposure to sunlight can bring out the color. Besides, the silver color is more rare even than the scarlet eyes so I didn't think to mention it." She replies. "You had them too?" He blankly asks.

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

In a sense, such an ability would normally only appear once in every 1,000,000 Spirit Beast births. Anything that could raise an alarm in Haku's Heavenly Eyes was anything that had a uniqueness or rarity that even existed in the Immortal Continent to be reckoned with. Therefore, Bao Yun and Bao Yin were actually quite astonished at how Haku's Heavenly Eyes alarm could be set off on the East Continent.