Innocent Beauty Novels & Stories

After a while, Ian finally came to her and hugged her, “You guys made it. I am glad you are here.” “Why so?” “Beautiful women only make a party more fun.” “I don’t think your party is lacking anything when it comes to beauty.” “No, no, honey. I said beauty, not makeup clad plastic dolls.” Elle rolled her eyes at this. “They all look beautiful to me.” Elle spoke. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes, “Beauty is innocence with a good heart.” “Then why don’t you cast her in your next movie? Let the world see what beauty looks like.” Elle was quick to throw in.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

" You've done it." " Back in my reckless days?" " Oh, ye." He smiled some more. "I'm about ready to settle down. "If you're past your days of being reckless, how do you justify capturing an innocent bystander and holding her captive, for nine days now?" "Anyone I know?" "You're holding her in your arms." "Are you an innocent bystander?" He was no longer smiling and he'd made his eyes serious. "What else?" "You're the most beautiful woman in all the world. An alluring siren, who could charm the secrets from any ma."

Not, in the slightest… I grinned. “All forgotten. You seem to think so badly of me, Miss West.” I winked at her playfully, and the slight flush to her cheeks made my heart warm, knowing she was embarrassed. “I have soda too, if that is better for Sleeping Beauty?” I added, so she knew she didn’t have to have a coffee. Now she rolled her eyes at me, before answering. “Soda would be good, thank you. And trust me, I am far from a sleeping beauty. You so do not want to see me when I wake up!”

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long legs, but when she started talking and trying to start a conversation where her high ego came to light, Axel quickly thought that she was just like everyone else. —Miss Gonzalez, tell me, what are you looking for in this job? He looked at the girl in front of him. —Honestly, I'll be frank with you... Get to know you. I think you're a very interesting man, very handsome; of course it would also be interesting to work for you. She answered without hesitation, knowing that she was beautiful and brought many men to their feet and that, if she wanted to, he could also be behind her with just a snap or a simple smile.

She couldn't stop crying,as that was the only thing she could do at that moment. She had always imagined losing her innocence on her wedding night to the man she loves. But she just lost it to a total stranger,and not just any stranger,a psychopathic one. The most painful part was the dishonoring and shameful way she lost it. Seconds turned into slow long agonizing minutes,but the Don wasn't done yet. Amaya's tears seemed to turn him on the more,and fuel his hunger. He groaned in her ears and that seemed to irritate her. She had stopped crying,as the tears had refused to come anymore.

And I looked down at them. "A white rose represents innocence, purity, and beauty." "I somehow strangely see you as Melonie." My eyes widened because he knew my name without me telling him. I then lowered my head sadly at the thought that he believed I was beautiful. No one has ever called me beautiful. Before I could cry, I blinked back the tears in my eyes, not wanting to believe that the Beta thought I was beautiful. If I were beautiful, there could be a chance between me and the alpha. If I were beautiful, he'd be tempted to touch me and keep me like these roses in his garden. I wish I was as beautiful as Addison.

I gulped once again. I never thought she was this beautiful. Freeda Adelaina Miller P.O.V "You're so beautiful Freeda," Enzo said as he helped me put on the makeup. I sat in front of the mirror while fixing myself. “Not so much, I’m just not very knowledgeable when it comes to things like this,” I honestly said. I don't know how to use make-up but I like to use lipstick. "This red lipstick will make you more gorgeous!" Enzo said and put the lipstick on my lips. When I finished fixing myself, I wore red heels. I'm not used to using it but Enzo already taught me.

“You might have mistaken.” Jacinta shook her head as she got in. “I know a scar from afar,” she said softly when he entered the driver’s seat. “What she has on her back is definitely not a tattoo. If I’m not mistaken, more than half of it had just completely healed.” Zach nodded and made a mental note to have her file check tomorrow. He drove off and the direction they’re going to would pass by the diner of Alex. He slowed down a bit when his car was approaching the establishment and he got curious. There was no sign of the bike that they had ridden.

Stephanie glared viciously at Britney, who sat before her, looking utterly composed. “Very good! Very good! Britney, I’ve long known that you’re not as pure and noble as you pretend to be. Turns out, you’re the best at putting on an act among us.” This woman had done it on purpose! The so-called "most innocent woman in Goldmoor," the "most desirable woman to marry"—all of those titles were fake. Britney curved her lips into a smile. “A soft persimmon without thorns is easy to crush! But Britney is not someone you, Stephanie, can manipulate at will.”