Innocent Beauty Novels & Stories

If she used such mundane things like the rest of us, I thought drily. My gaze shifted to Proserpina and the Boss. She looked ethereal in the one shoulder gown. It was modest but made her look so innocent and fresh, every man in the room kept looking at her furtively. The woman had an earthy beauty and her gentleness shone through. What set her apart was just that, her genuineness. And of course, her voluptuous body which was God’s gift to her, not the result of an expensive series of surgeries.

I sighed as the hot water relaxed all of my tensed muscles and washed away all the dried blood and dirt left from last night. I closed my eyes and instantly saw her behind my eyelids. So beautiful. So fierce. So…innocent looking, which is what angered me the most about her. There shouldn’t be any innocence to her after what she did. She’s a manipulative person who depends on her appearance to strike where people never expect.

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 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 think

He is good, he is not like others. “Alright, come with me” I nodded and followed him. ——— Vincent She is the rare beauty I have always known. I was gonna kiss her but I thought of asking her, although I knew she wouldn’t be ready. But I feel something for her. But I don’t wanna fall in love, it is nothing but a weakness. I took her to the living hall. She was looking so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off her. “Vincent...” she said. God, she will be the death of me. The way she calls my name makes ME blush.

But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes. Innocent. All of her is innocent. I don’t believe her to be a virgin. A woman as tantalizing and beautiful like her would not be in her early thirties and still be a virgin. But still. There is something about her. The will to see beauty and good in all things around her. That has to be it. Too bad there is nothing good in me.

Alaric laid down, enjoying the peace she gave to us. I enjoyed the peace for a few minutes, before opening my eyes and looking at my little mate again. God, she's adorable. So innocent, yet glamorously adorable. She was so cute with an innocent face, yet that innocent face was alluring and irresistible. Innocently glamorous? I didn't have the right words to describe her beauty. With time, I knew her body would return to the glory it should have been. And that body will be mine.

Beauty admitted, glancing towards their room, her mind swirling with memories of their earlier interaction. "Complicated? You mean because of him? Don't tell me you're thinking about ignoring the fact that he disrespected you and was sleeping with that bitch..." "He was innocent, Nia." Nia was quiet for a minute, as if she misheard those words, and had to ask. "Innocent?" Beauty sighed, rubbing her temples as if trying to erase the memory of how she messed everything up. "Bruno was blackmailed by Beyoncé, Nia. He had to give in to save me from traumatizing shame."

I was questioned as I was operating the machine. “No... I..” I turn while depressing the stop button. Quit straight away. She has an o-shaped mouth and is standing while wearing my shirt. She was looking at my body rather than me. She is stunning. Her lovely eyes simply closed and opened as the light appeared. She is the most beautiful person on the planet. “Keep enjoying.” “Huh.. what?” Red cheeks with a healthy glow. rosy lips that are hot. “I can stand naked if you want.” She exhales.

she muttered, trying to awaken that satisfaction from within but anguish still engulfed her. The light in her glamorous makeup space began twitching. She looked at the incandescent bulb. It was starting to lose spark. But after a few seconds, it went back to usual. It was as if the luminescent was telling her to shun with that feeling of doubt and regain that composure she once lost – a year ago. “It was not that long time. But I know, nobody will remember.” She kept convincing herself. She began murmuring as if singing an original tune, “I…I am beautiful… I…am beautiful…” she began humming a melody, then stopped. “I am the most beautiful girl in the world, in the universe rather,” she gulpe

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds