Isn't The Moon Beautiful Novels & Stories

It not just right. "I'm sorry," he said. I stared at him for some minute. His eyes are twinkling because of the starlight. His perfectly shaped nose down to his soft lips. I blushed. I looked at the moon, I suddenly remember my family. Do they miss me? Are they looking for me already? Of course. "The moon is very mysterious," Henry said. I agreed. "But it is very beautiful." "Just like you. Mysterious yet so beautiful. I wish I can have you," he said.

I stare in awe as the man I spoke to yesterday and who I named, Moon lifts the moon once more. Yet, this time I was standing right by his tower. He did everything he did yesterday. This time the moon is in a waning crescent. Still, it wasn't any less magnificent. It was like an art. His body moved so perfectly and well-practiced.

The pangolin looked at the moon and said. "The real moon will always be affected by all kinds of factors, such as the Demon Aura, Devil Aura, and even a dark cloud. It's just like the beautiful women since ancient times that can only be called beautiful only when there are some flaws. Only then can people really remember it. And the man-made beauties are the same. They seem to be perfect every inch, but in fact, when they are combined together, you will feel uncomfortable." "Everything in the world is like this."

He doesn't seem to be hiding anything. He let go of me and licked his bottom lip, I was there staring at him in shock. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked. I frowned a little and looked outside the waterfall, I was almost out of breath when I suddenly noticed that the waters had cleared, and I could see the moon from the dark sky. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He said it again. I looked at him. "Huh?" "The moon is very beautiful, isn't it?"

This time she didn't bother herself from looking at Dominic as looked at the man with a small frown. "Frown in your face is like the cloud on the moon, both are covering the beauty. That's not good." He said with a smile, making her look at him with a raised eyebrow. So, he was a talker as well! "Beauty doesn't only mean spotless bright things. Beauty lies in the eyes. The way you see it. The moon is always beautiful, no matter what." She said with a smile while taking another sip from the glass.

“The moon looks beautiful doesn't it? “ he asked instead. I looked away from him, with a sad smile. My subconscious mocked me. What was I thinking? That he'll open up to me? He had nothing to say to me, he had made that clear from the start but why did I wish it was different? “It is” I always admired the moon, and its ability to stay so bold and beautiful I couldn't help but wonder why it seemed so peaceful to gaze at it every single night. Why it made it so easy to ignore all the pain and suffering caused by the day, how easily it could end, yet it stayed the same. It reminded me of how beautiful the world could be if you ignored all the darkness and fear. I laughed at myself, I dreamt too

Not even once; we usually have a 24-hour electricity supply. I spend what feels like hours just standing there, staring at the moon. The sense of peace and wonder I felt earlier has grown stronger, and I can't help but feel grateful for this moment. I know that tomorrow, the moon will still be there, but for now, it's mine and mine alone.

Calista said, "Why are you looking at me not looking at the moon? See how beautiful the moon is in the sky." Rhino said, "Who said I am not seeing the moon? I've been seeing my moon ever since." Calista said with furrowed brows, "What do you mean? The moon is in the sky. How are you looking at the moon?" Rhino said with a smile, "What is in the sky, that is your moon. My moon is here, beside me. And my moon is more beautiful than the moon in that sky." Calista turned red with shame.

The light of the moon showed on her and revealed her beautiful body. “Now, look at the moon,” I said. “No, I wouldn’t want to transform and ruin this night for you,” she replied. “Look, trust me,” I ordered. She obeyed and looked at the moon. She seems to be distracted by an object. “I’ve never looked at the moon from this angle before, it looks very beautiful. I think I found what will distract me anytime I look at the moon,” she said. “And what is that?” I asked curiously.

The sky darkens, signaling nightfall. The stars hang and scatter across the vast landscape of the night sky. Their beauty is like competing and coexisting with the moon. Tonight the moon above the balcony of Shada's house is perfectly round, very beautiful. But it still makes Shada sad. Ironic indeed.