Novel & Cerita How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist

The room fell into an awed hush as everyone’s eyes fixated on it. “This,” the presenter began, his voice carrying a reverent tone, “is The Eternal Bloom. A marvel of nature and a symbol of unparalleled rarity. It is said that this flower grows only in the wilds of an isolated region in South America, thriving in conditions so specific that it blooms once every twenty years—and only for a single night.” A murmur swept through the audience, their fascination mounting with each word.

Ok it's the bed-time story but I'd be lying to say I don't care what he has to say. “There are the white wolves. Rare and wonderful. A blessing in their packs when the Moon Goddess chooses to bless the world with their presence, there are lycans who are strong and hard to control and at this point they are almost exterminated, there were wargs or pure gray wolves who could be ridden by orcs and who they have disappeared unfortunately because their purpose in our world has also disappeared, they are hybrids that are more and more fantastic and powerful and when the miracle it happens there are wolves like you, Elle. You are unique and rare, so rare that people can only hope that they will hav

Xylia told her, letting her mother take the flower from her. Rayne told her, "This is very rare, as people have only seen it twice in three or four thousand years," while taking her hand and dragging her through the castle to a long hall that had paintings on the wall. “The flower was given to two of the great queens of the realm.” “What?” Xylia couldn’t understand why her mother was so amazed by this.

“This is a one-of-a-kind piece. The atelier only produces this design once every decade, if that. When I saw you, I knew immediately. It suits you perfectly.” Ashera’s throat tightened. Her hand rose slowly to touch the stone, fingertips brushing the surface. It was smooth, but pulsed faintly beneath her skin, almost like it was alive. “I… it’s beautiful,” she whispered. Behind her, Nia took a long sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving the reflection. She tilted her head and let out a breathy little hum. “Babe,” she said, “that’s not just beautiful. That’s otherworldly.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “You look like a goddess who got tired of Olympus and came down here to slay.”

“What a reckless wastage of natural resources! What a reckless wastage of natural resources!” That Peak wailed and wished dearly that he could lie on the ground to lick the juice. Or, he could lick the juice from the corner of Neela’s mouth. The other people were also emotional when they heard his shouting. The tiny fruit turned out to be the heavenly law fruit, the unpurchasable blessed fruit in the market even though they had tens of billions of spiritual stones... The heavenly law fruit was extremely rare, so the possessors could not possibly take it out to sell it.

’ (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ The more Levi thought about it, the more surreal it all felt. His precious baby was the living proof that perfection existed. And if something like perfection was real, then even the existence of a god wasn’t too farfetched. More so, the chance for an existence as perfect as his baby to be born was so minuscule in itself, yet he even appeared right by his side. The probability of the two of them meeting seemed even lower than the chance that gods do exist. “Mn,” Levi’s agreement came in the form of a husky murmur, low and deep and filled with deep yet undefinable emotion.

As he saw Helena turn to leave, he remembered something and hurriedly called after her, "Hold on, Your Majesty!" "Yes, Mr. Rothschild?" Helena turned and asked curiously, "What is it?" Harrison asked worriedly, "Do you happen to have any more of those miraculous pills? If so, I'd like to buy more." Helena shook her head. "These pills are incredibly rare and can't be obtained at will. Every single one requires a stroke of extraordinary luck. Think about it—how many times in a person's life can they narrowly escape death and turn misfortune into a blessing?"

I think I'm going to pass out at that price. "Only two necklaces like that exist in the world."

It was even impossible to distinguish the figure’s gender. “Congratulations for surviving up until now. Unfortunately, only one copy of the Primal Mantra exists, and only one creature can leave this planet alive.”

Most times I don’t even bathe just for Elyra to wash but here…. Now! Why am I suddenly feeling guilty, guilty to have had the pleasure of witnessing this obscenely gorgeous and luxurious experience If death wasn’t a looming threat I would have wished Elyra to be the one here, right now because she would have loved this. Magical or not, for a girl who’s lived and grown in poverty luxuries like this are rarely ever seen. Such beauty forced into one room, Like comfort shaped specifically to weaken people. Is this a ploy or illusion?