Novel & Cerita Ideal Image

I wanted to admire her beauty one more time before I saw the real thing. The moment I opened the folder, her smile filled the screen. It was a happy, radiant smile that perfectly captured the essence of the campaign. She wasn't just posing; she was becoming the brand. She was nailing the vision I had in my head, and I could tell from her expression that she’s genuinely enjoying the work.

he said as he cocked his head to the right. I unconsciously obeyed what he said and saw this girl laughing with her friends. She looks like a model. I think she is tall. She has a long wavy hair that suits well with her body. And above all, she is a goddess. Her looks are so unearthly and I don’t know if there is someone that is even more beautiful than her. I smiled. So, that is his ideal type. What am I compared to that lady right? Who was I to expect that he would probably just tell me that he doesn’t have an ideal type because he has me in his life already? And who was I to expect he would like me?

right or am I imagining. All Hearts !!

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.

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

Her gown and Alex's iris brooch seemed to harmonize unexpectedly because of the photo's warm tones. Candice's attention was drawn to Alex. She noted how the lighting mellowed his usually sharp features, casting his intense, dark eyes in a softer light. It reminded her of lustrous black pearls, both profound and tranquil. Alex always looked his best in dark suits, for they complimented his fair skin. The aura of refined aloofness about him gave him the appeal of being admirably beyond reach. Next to him, Candice's appearance was equally elegant, mirroring his composed attitude.

It was as if none of these options aligned with the vision I had been nurturing in my mind. Regina’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes held a glimmer of something I couldn’t quite place. “I know this is what you would like,” she said, pulling out another photograph from her bag. As she unfolded it, my eyes widened in surprise. The design in the new photo was exactly what I had been envisioning—a blend of elegance and functionality that spoke directly to my taste. The countertop featured a mix of polished stone and rich, wooden accents, harmonizing beautifully with the kitchen’s overall aesthetic.

It remained for a while. After that, a shadowy figure emerged from the vessel, silhouetted by the dark, slowly stepping out from the vessel. When the dim moonlight fell on her, her whole naked body started to glow, just like diamonds. She had black, straight long hair down to her perfect curvy waists. A flames shaped birthmark was shone in the skin above her pale, round right-sided breast, it looked so mysterious. Her eyes were burning green, her nose was sharp and straight, roman-shaped, her full red lips were breathtaking, she had a little curve in her chin and in truth, her face and body could only compared to a deity. She was a unique beauty.