Innocent Beauty Novels & Stories

Her lungs fill with the moist air and the steamy rain dampens her face. It is a good thing that she does not wear makeup, otherwise she would have streaks of eyeliner and mascara smudging her face, which is not an attractive look by any means. Not that she was worried about looking good. She knew that she was pretty but she also knew that looks did not make a person. Just because the outside is beautiful, does not mean the inside matches. Just look at her father.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

"What do you mean someone like me?" "Innocent. Beautiful." He listed, looking into her blue eyes. He's doing it on purpose. He wants to make me look like a tomato. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling at the compliment as he smirked at her. Daisy didn't think anyone had called her beautiful before. The tabloids didn't count. Her eyes, then, caught a mop of blonde hair behind Seth. It was Owen walking around with a tray in his hands as he looked around for an empty seat. Daisy smiled and waved at him. She hoped he wasn't mad at her for getting lost.

They're fucking assassins. Killer angels. The fuck was I thinking? ~~~~~~~ Unknown "She used her last name to threaten me. Names" "She's clever, quick on her feet. It's the reason we want her on board" that face combined with that body is a dream. Everywhere she goes, men will fall at her feet. But what will pull them in is her innocence. On the surface, she looks sweet. Innocent. It will disarm them. The kind of people I plan on sending her to will eat that shit up and in turn, I will get what I want.

And she gave him a very thorough and unforgettable lesson. Angelica was looking out the window at the beautiful landscape and was enjoying the sweet scent of the roses that worked its way through the slightly opened window. The beautiful view and sweet scent helped blot out the ugly scenes and scents of that faithful night. Since that night Roderick had been courting her with sweet poems and bouquets of hot house flowers. He never touched her or invaded her space, he always had a smile ready or he'd laugh at the slightest notion. He acted like he didn't have a care in the world, but she knew that wasn't true. She heard him discussing business with the steward and with some other gentleman th

Liza felt scrutinised as Gina circled her rising her arms watching her Gina said ' what a tint petite thing, you look innocent , are you up for this , we make fantasies of all types including the depraved come true" Liza stood there, her gaze piercing into Gina's soul, her determination radiating from her every pore. She held her head high, for she knew that this was the very essence of survival. It was the difference between her little boy having a safe haven and a warm meal, or facing the harsh realities of a merciless world. Gina, taken aback by the sheer tenacity in the young woman's eyes, was momentarily stunned.

Then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Mateo exhaled beside us, subtle but relieved. We didn't speak much after that. We didn't need to. We walked her to the gate slowly, letting her set the pace, each step quiet and gentle, the kind you take when someone is learning how to trust again. That evening, as the sky faded into a bruised violet and the world hushed beneath twilight, I sat at my desk with the window open and the scent of rain in the air. I opened my laptop and began pulling every Laurent advertisement I could find—five years' worth of "clean beauty" promises, glowing influencer spreads, soft pastel campaigns that whispered words like pure and gentle and hypoallergenic.

Several audience members unconsciously rose from their seats. "My God..." "So beautiful..." Ruby was not wearing any makeup. Only a light lip balm softened her naturally pink lips. Her clear porcelain skin glowed beneath the lights. Long dark hair framed her delicate face naturally. There was nothing exaggerated about her beauty, nothing artificial. She looked elegant, graceful and almost ethereal like someone who belonged more inside a painting than standing before it. Combined with her composed posture, her quiet confidence and the dignity with which she had defended her art, she truly resembled the name she had chosen…Star.

She wasn’t wearing a trace of makeup, yet her naturally fair, luminous skin needed no embellishment. She was the embodiment of effortless beauty—fresh, natural, and untouched, like morning light streaming through sheer curtains. No makeup, no enhancements, just the kind of radiance that couldn’t be bottled or faked. In Louis’ opinion, the reputation of Capital City’s once-reigning socialite wasn’t just intact, it was on the rise. No wonder Ruby was consumed with jealousy. She was so jealous that she was willing to commit a crime just to make Adora disappear. Humans could be so ugly and unpredictable.

Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it? I analyze every trace of the beautiful face the dark threads falling so perfectly, a princess being poisoned by the belief of protection to the kind of heart. My little nymph sighs between the bed sheets. I inspire the delicate perfume completely obsessed with the vision of an unreachable paradise for a demon but at my fingertips, I would not let it escape.