How Rare And Beautiful It Truly Is That We Exist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I begin rubbing her waist, drawing circles and just trying to store everything into my memory space. Because each time I look at her there’s this feeling that rises up inside of me, like a part of me comes alive, I know it’s not love, but I won’t be surprised if it becomes that.

Not only his body is beautiful his face is also screaming ethereal beauty. He is so handsome, sometimes when I meet him in the hallway or anywhere it always wonders me how the hell does he exist? I can’t believe someone like him exists in this world! He's like a God! He looks like a God. Wait a minute, why am I praising him? This is not the right time to praise him because what he will do to us later is not commendable. He's gonna report us and that's not good. He don't deserve a compliment for that.

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

Happy to know he understood the word beautiful in every sense. "It's the sad truth that in today's world we don't understand it. A beautiful face is beauty and the thing with scars are ugly?" "If that would have been true, the moon wouldn't have a crater , the butterflies won't have spots, the sky wouldn't have stars and we ?" "We all wouldn't have flaws." "But we are flawed. That's what makes us unique and that's what makes us beautiful." Pulling Vivian's hand, he turns around to look at her. Giving her his undivided attention.

Not because I am stronger. But because I refused to become what it expected. And because he refused to step aside. The new signal pulses once. Brighter. Then softer. Like it is testing its own boundaries. “It will make mistakes,” I say quietly. “Good.” “It might become dangerous.” “Then we deal with it.” “It might become beautiful.” He looks at me. “It already is.” I turn to him fully. “Why.” “Because it chose to exist.” The simplicity of that lands deeper than any system declaration.

We carry them not as burdens, but as the architecture of everything we have built together. We notice the beauty of ordinary life magnified in its significance. A shared meal, the sound of laughter, a hand resting lightly on another—these small moments, repeated countless times, form the foundation of love’s enduring presence. They are proof that the extraordinary often resides in the simplest acts, and that love’s true power is in its persistence, its patience, and its deliberate care.

"HESTER!" I never stopped being amazed at the adoration humanity could conjure for what they found beautiful. At the human capacity for love—because those who followed me really did truly love me. I could feel the truth of their adoration shivering sweetly in the dark air. Mortals were such small, fleeting creatures—and they lived such enormous lives through what they chose to love.

"That's thе bеauty of naturе. It's rеsiliеnt and constantly еvolving. It's likе a living, brеathing еntity that adapts to whatеvеr comеs its way." I smilеd, fееling a rush of warmth in my hеart. "And it's so pеacеful out hеrе. Thе tranquility of thе forеst is likе a balm for thе soul. It's whеrе wе can еscapе from thе chaos of thе world and truly connеct with oursеlvеs."

Our Didi. "She’s enchanting, Kace. I was mesmerized, could not take my eyes off her for a moment." I glance at my watch, lost in her thoughts again. It has been merely 10 minutes, and I'm longing to see her. "There is this intense craving to just be with her." I admit. A sympathetic look washes over Kaycen’s face. He knows how this feels; our link as twins and future Alphas is extraordinarily strong, tying us together in inexplicable ways.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"