Innocent Beauty Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Beautiful. She was beautiful, truly beautiful. She had gorgeous eyes and there was something about this look she always carries—it often felt so innocent and you'd want to do anything to protect her with everything you have. She was determined too. Tenacious and brave. She knew what she want, and she never fibbed about it. She was just... Different. I don't blame Vincent for falling for her. Any man would have. " I pull back at that, resting my hands on his chest. "You didn't. " I point out, and Sinclair grins, saying, "That's because I'm not any man, baby. It was going to take more than an innocent and beautiful face to fall for a girl. " "But you did for me, " I tease and he laughs. "You'

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

I began dreaming about an Innocent girl with blue eyes and golden blonde hair. She was as mysterious as the world itself. Her tempting curves for me to touch and caress. Her soft pink lips I've done to kiss she was my little rose. Soledae.

It’s glowing light gently caresses her face , her moonlight kissed skin captures my sight – captures my heart as well. How did she penetrate my heart? How did she make me feel again? How did she make me believe in love? These thoughts rush into my head , as I continue to watch her resting form. I do not know what it is about her that drives me crazy. Was it her beauty? Was it her hour glass figure? Or was it perhaps her innocence? The way she sees the world in her through her own innocent lens sometimes leave me flabbergasted. She is so blinded by her innocence that she does not see how these hungry vultures , men , stare at her beauty and her body with lust and desire. My blood boils when I

This was the question she was constantly asking herself as she looked up at him. Shifting her gaze, her eyes landed on a petite and delicate woman whose face scream of innocence. She was wiping her eyes with the handkerchief her fiancé had handed her and sniffling lightly, a look of being extremely wronged on her face. If you wanted to describe Sophia Taylor one could use the words pure, docile and anything innocent. The woman was beautiful, her heart shape face fit her small stature perfectly with big blue eyes, pink lips, high cheeks bones and perfectly blonde hair; like a Malibu Barbie doll.

Well, she doesn't have a mind to begin with, but one can hope. 'So I will look like an idiot like you?' I snorted. 'You look like a sick witch in those neon colors, a very sick one.' 'Jealous much,' she smirked, looking away. She kept swaying on her feet while playing with a loose curl of her hair. My lips twitched with a smile. She was murmuring again, something she didn't know she did, something that made her cuter and more harmless than she already looks. Cookie had so much innocence dwelling in the depth to the surface of her eyes, irresistible innocence all over her face. It made hurting her difficult, for me, that is. I don't know how anyone can look at that face and hear that voice an

I am guilty of that girl, don't know who she was and how she is after I took her virginity. He couldn’t help but drown in the past and thinking about Melisa and the girl who was with him in the night. An angelic voice broke his chain of painful thoughts. “Stee, I can't sleep without you,” Sky said. Steve zoomed out of his dreadful thoughts, which were killing him. He tilts his head side and saw an innocent beauty in front of him. She is looking like an angel in a white satin night suit with two side braid and her all-time favorite Veve was in her hand.

Before she had plastic surgery, she had an unpleasant nickname: "Monster Baek." But everything has changed, she has become a very beautiful girl. With her new face and the compliments she received, she felt very superior. However, she never admitted that she had had plastic surgery. That's how she changed. She always thinks that she has to be "the queen bee." She has to be the prettiest girl whenever she is, and she likes to make other girls feel insecure about themselves. She really likes to see other people cry because they can't be as beautiful or good as she is. In fact, all the photos she uploads on social media always show false and ridiculous Aegyo. However, when someone comments that

The journey from bad to good, from wish to prayer, from greed to generosity, from ignorance to wisdom, from heartless to merciful, from hopelessness to hope and from lust to love was accomplished only by the patience that shone like a flame inside them. Especially in Hazel. Because her mother’s words always encouraged her in her mind when she said that there is no bigger and more powerful weapon than a kind and gentle soul at every stage of life. In every circumstance. It was not necessary that there should be evil for evil — like they say an eye for an eye — so she did not think it right to curse anyone even in her mind and today, everything was arranged for her. Just to instil fear in them

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.