Ideal Image Novels & Stories

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

After completing her nightly routine, Eds gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face glowed, not from the expensive body lotions she applied, but from the overwhelming happiness that made her feel like she could burst with joy. She had no idea what the future held, but at that moment, she was glad she'd taken a leap of faith and married Sinjin. He brought joy not only to her but also to the boys, and she prayed that this happiness would last.

So, I explained patiently. “A fat woman standing on a fashion stage? How would it look?” I laughed bitterly. “What kind of image would that create?” His brows knitted together. I continued quietly. “The fashion industry sells dreams. It sells beauty, perfect figures, and perfect faces. My body doesn't fit that picture.” A lump formed in my throat as Jared’s reasoning crashed into my mind one after another. “A fat woman ruins a company’s image. Logically speaking, who will even look at designs if the designer is ugly?”

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

I didn't wish to open them. Why? I was hoping that everything that took place in that dreadful resort was just another figment of my imagination, Perhaps, another nightmare, just like the ones I have had before. I wished that when I opened my eyes I would be in my bed at my home. Starting to get ready for my daily life-sucking desk job. But the reality was far different than my imagination. I understood that when I slowly opened my eyes. I was disheartened that every horrifying thing I have experienced until now was real as I was still lying under the tree I slept under before.

“Rub your cl*t, I want to feel your moans. Don’t come until I tell you too.” She’s good with instructions and the extra purring and vibrations are getting me close, but it’s not enough. I closed my eyes. She is not my type, at all, but I have a great imagination. I continue to slam my hips into her face as I picture perfect pouty lips, light blue eyes looking right at me and dark blonde hair tangled in my hands. I have had a vision of my perfect woman in my head for as long as I can remember and I have no idea why, but no one compares. I only let brunettes pleasure me because the only blonde I want is my dream girl. I can’t get off until I picture her, no matter how attractive or talente

“ I look so pretty “ I couldn’t help but gush as I touched my own reflection , Adriana had applied the least amount of makeup instead of plastering me with layers until I looked completely different , instead she has brought out my own beauty that I have been ignoring all along . The one that wasn’t fake but real . The girl standing in front of the mirror wasn’t a supermodel , wearing a high end brand dress with photoshopped makeup on - but she was still beautiful and that girl was me . I looked exactly how I usually did except this version was a lot shimmering and beautiful .

Aegon's point of view For some reason, no matter how hard I tried, and I did try; counting imaginative sheep, counting numbers backwards, and other supposedly sleep inducing activities, I ended up tossing and turning rather than getting any actual sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my mind to take a break and stop showing me one particular image, an image of a petite young woman with very light skin (made even more pale after months of having little or no contact with the sun), in a gorgeous little mauve number that outlined her subtle curves and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, her ginger hair swept up in some kind of hairstyle that had curls escaping to tease at th

Carson asked, curious about Grace's reasoning. The woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she smiled as she stared at the picture. "Not only is it unique, I can almost imagine how serene the place would be if we chose this design," Grace said. "I don't really understand things like this... it's just that if the place could be like the one in this picture..." Grace paused for a moment. "I feel like I've found paradise." Carson and Yogie smiled faintly at Grace's poetic words. "Well, if you want it, you'll get it," Carson said, causing Grace to smile with satisfaction.