Ideal Image Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“ 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

February passes in a blur of loneliness and self loathing. March rolls in, and I still haven't step outside my apartment. I rarely eat, because i need to lose weight. Body Image is something I have struggled with for years. I'm a young woman of 23, with a non-perfect body, witrh fiery red hair, strech marks all over my ass and thigh I hate it so much. My mother was beautiful, tall, with black hair that flowed to her waist, and an hour glass shape, she was an angel, I've always wanted a body like hers.

I wanted to see her smile at me as if I were the world to her and I wanted to be responsible for fulfilling all her desires. I closed my eyes and an image formed in my mind, out of nowhere, as if I were dreaming and couldn't control my thoughts, and my brain placed that image there, as if showing me something, something I needed to see and I saw her smile, just her face, it was as if I were seeing through a screen a focused point and the camera slowly pulled back showing the surroundings and as the camera pulled back I saw a smiling Melissa in a flowing white dress, smiling at me as if I were her world.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

I was lost in the trance of looking at her, her near round face, perfect eyebrows, perfect. Aminah shrieked and she practically flew out of her chair. This babe ehn. She gets wahala, no doubt. They resumed looking at the pictures, Aminah's voice in awe as if the girls in the pictures weren't humans like the rest of us. She'd be surprised to see that their lives ain't all rainbows and sunshine like the pictures on I*******m portray.

Isaac pov A luxurious room at Hotel Ramada. Seeing me and a girl's clothes spread here and there in the room, I rubbed my face. Last night was awesome. That girl was quite wild on the bed. It was five past nine when I looked up. I am surely getting late for departure. I found my phone on the coffee table. I took my wallet from my scattered clothes. My night partner is still sleeping. I take a proper bath to wash off her smell. My Beta Liam said it was not good for my reputation to have other females' smell on me because I am still searching for my so-called destined mate. Rubbish. They were the ones who sent me bunches of sultry girls to control. They even conspired so that they could find a