Maybe Something Beautiful Read Aloud Novels & Stories

Thаt hаd nоw bееn professionally scribed by a саllіgrарhеr, making thе words арреаr even mоrе beautiful, іf thаt were роѕѕіblе. I’d аѕkеd mу mother hоw ѕhе knew thіѕ wаѕ mу fаvоurіtе poem, аnd she told mе she would аlwауѕ ѕtор tо rеаd іt, whеnеvеr ѕhе vеnturеd into mу rооm, аnd thаt words ѕо beautiful deserved tо be рrеѕеntеd іn a way thаt mаtсhеd іtѕ beauty.

I've never seen anything like it. 'It's beautiful,' Nia purrs.

"Show me. Show me who you are when you're not being perfect. When you're not trying to prove anything. Just you." He's quiet for a long moment. Then he pulls away. Goes back to the chair. Picks up the book again. "Sit," he says. I sit. He opens the book. Finds a page. Starts reading. His voice changes. Softens. Like the words mean something. Like they're important. It's poetry. Old. Beautiful. About wolves and moonlight and bonds that transcend death. I close my eyes. Let his voice wash over me. Let myself just feel.

She read it aloud : "If the word 'infinitely beautiful' did not exist, I would have invented it, since the first time our eyes met. Such divine beauty deserves that the world kneel at her feet I will kill, or I will let myself be killed, to succeed in having even a little attention from her, I would like to live under her eyelids, to see all the dreams she has every night. Who knows? Maybe I'm there too!" "Ohhh..how romantic Hayley! Who could have sent this? Dylan? Or Scarrow?hmmm?", Heather asked. "I'm pretty sure that it's Shawn...hmmm... Dylan isn't that romantic you know... oops! The limo's here! Pass me my clutch please, mom! Thank you! Muuuuahhh! See you tomorrow, when you'll be back h

“Seven. But I’m turning eight soon.” I smiled at how adorable she is. “Wow. Such a very young girl. You are very beautiful.” “Thank you uncle Ben.” She smiles so beautifully. “D, when you grow up don’t believe handsome men who calls you beautiful.” Elizabeth grins. I chuckle under my breath. Diana looks up to her mom, “Why not mom?” I smile. “Because your mom says so.” “Right. Because I said so.” Elizabeth coos.

God. And began singing. Fair. Not a real song. Reasonable honestly. Not anything from television. Not anything taught by adults. God. Just a Lily song. Fair. Tiny made-up words. Random melody. Reasonable. Completely imperfect. God. Completely beautiful. Fair. The nursery became quiet except for her voice. Reasonable. Soft. Gentle. God. And somehow... the baby stopped crying. Fair. Not immediately. Reasonable. Slowly. God. The cries grew softer.

As the rhythm started to go in speed motion, our body also pursued the flow of the music. " They're watching at us! I felt embarrassed." I murmured at him. I saw him smirking at me. He leaned closer and whispered something in my ears. "Why should you? You're the most beautiful student in this room!", hearing it made my heart puff like cotton candy. ---- " Hey, are you okay?", Kent asked me as my thoughts traveled from our high school life. I shook my head. "I'm okay. Shall we start our date?", I said with naughtiness in my eyes.

“With the little meal, his strength returned to an extent and happiness naturally welled up within him. As he enjoyed the cool evening breeze, his favorite song came into his mind and he began to sing, his voice strikingly attractive, his tone absolutely bass, 'Beauty is the world, Grand wonderful, The sky, the trees, The meadow, the sun; They are all beautiful, Wonderful ,remarkable. Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. Look at the sea, What do you see? Beauty, beauty, Grandeur, grandeur, The fishes, the hippos, The dolphins, the crocs; They're all beautiful, Wonderful, remarkable, Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. I look at the moon, What do I see? Kings and queens,

I pouted childishly and she stopped what she was doing, using a napkin to quickly wipe her hands and turned to face me. "If the truth was sweet dear, every human will be very honest and there'll be no lies in this world but since the case is opposite, you need to know how to differentiate between someone trying to hurt you or someone trying to tell you the truth. You said it yourself that you've met this cute guy thrice. Not once o abi twice but three good times and yet, you're still waiting for God to come down from heaven and personally announce to you that the right man has arrived. Well, you're jonzing and if you keep jonzing, another ready person will grab their copy. Simple!" she told

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.