Innocent Beauty Novels & Stories

“The look on your face makes it seem like it isn’t nothing but rather something running through your mind.” Her eyes find the floor as she pretends to be really interested in her white shoes. “It’s just that Beckham Sinclair, the billionaire bachelor”—she teases—“the guy who dates models, actresses and heiresses, called me beautiful.” Her voice sounds whimsical, like she doesn’t believe it happened, which can’t be the case. Margo is the kind of beautiful that doesn’t go unnoticed. There’s no way she doesn’t realize it. “I fail in comparison to your usual type,” she continues. It’s mildly irritating how she speaks of herself.

Every subtle movement of hers fascinated me, drawing all my attention toward her and making me unable to look away. Unlike those women I had met at the restaurant whose faces were covered in layers of makeup, Elena's natural beauty outshone all those fake touches. Her innocent face was a true reflection of her kind-hearted heart. She wasn't putting on a persona to get people's attention. She was simply being herself. This authenticity only amplified every aspect of her beauty. Some women only showed off their external beauty while their inner ones were rotten to the core. Nevertheless, Elena embodied both inner and outer grace effortlessly. And this was what made her special.

“You’ve got this sweet, innocent look that makes people think you’re harmless. That you don’t know how to play the game.” She smiled wider, as if that was her greatest victory. “It’s almost cute. Like a porcelain doll someone’s too scared to break.” Her words were like needles, sharp but coated in silk. “But don’t forget,” she added, her tone turning darker, “beauty like that can only get you so far. It fades. It cracks. And when it does, all that’s left is empty glass.” I held her gaze steadily, refusing to let her see me falter.

Her beige hazel eyes roamed over her each and every mark and scar on her whole body which made her heart to painfully squeeze inside her chest when she recalled how beautiful she had felt herself to be when he had kissed them ever so tenderly like her flaws were like blessing to him Inessa had always thought she was far away from this world's definition of beauty . Let alone beautiful, she didn't even worth considering closer to it until last night where he had made her to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He had made her to feel worthy in her own skin. He had made her to accept her own scars by accepting them as his but only to let her completely alone in the very next moment

Her ivory white complexion made it appear like she was born during the winter snow, with added smoothness and delicate pores making it an impression that she was made of a highly-prestige glass which can only be found on rare, high-class boutiques all over the world. Her overall feature made it appear as if was someone you could never afford to buy, yet she has the purest heart made of antique gold. She was a breathtaking scene that will simply give you serene and calmness from within. Her beauty is simply what woman desires and envies to have, while this is something every man could hope and pray for. Just like her lover, who makes it appear like he was so attached to her like a dream come

Lee was very good in describing details in such a way that it made it easy for Miho to understand things he said better than what Tarou would tell her. “Our mother was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or will ever see in the whole word and her beauty really did matched her gold heart. She would give food and clothes to the needy but before doing that she would make sure we were all okay inside the house” Lee would say. “She had my eyes, brother’s hair and your face making her perfection.” “Miho are you okay?” asked Veliou looking worried. “Ye...Yeah I’m good” replied Miho letting go of Veliou’s hand who looked confused.

Anirudh's pov Gorgeous is a very small word to explain what she is. Her beauty, her innocence is out of this world. I can not find a proper word to describe her. Looking at her smile anyone can forget their pain and tension… These innocent and heavenly beauty's are really rare; they are very few in this world but the few here are with someone who is worthy of them, not someone who is unworthy. Antara is only that an innocent and heavenly beauty that should be with me not my worthless brother.

I pushed myself closer to her, close enough to think I was just crazy to think I could hear it. In an attempt to turn back, I caught a glimpse of her face. Then I wondered, what could be so wrong in this world that would cause this innocence to go through everything she has had to go through. I don't know if it was makeup or natural but the slight glow on her cheekbones complemented perfectly her pink soft lips. On top of that full dark lashes that made her look like a real life barbie. She was beautiful. Too beautiful to be crazy. Too beautiful to throw her sanity away in the mud all because of life's toll on her.

She nudged his elbow as I smiled. "You are beautiful both physically and emotionally. No one can take what you did. I was afraid you would spill hot water on me when I arrived. But the smile you gave was very shocking. I know why Ini has been going crazy over you." I said as she bit her lips holding back a blush. "It's no problem. To be honest, it's not like I did like it. But, I know he was busy with work and besides, the victory is really obvious too." She added as I turned to Ini.

She truly didn't understand why it was so difficult to control her own body from the onslaught of desire from this man whose name she didn't even know. When Rayden ended the kiss, her lips were swollen and red, wet with their mixed saliva. Rayden tried to steady his racing breath and heartbeat. This was the first time he had lost control and desired a woman so much that he nearly lost his sanity. His dominant instincts felt challenged to conquer the beautiful prosecutor. He knew exactly who the woman before him was—the one everyone in criminal circles was talking about. It was truly thrilling to be able to make love to the beautiful prosecutor, who was often called the guardian angel of hell