Maybe Something Beautiful Read Aloud Novels & Stories

"I was cold to you. I didn't even say anything." "If it makes you feel better, I was clumsy and lame," I say, recalling my tripping and falling as my Luna called me from my hiding place in the trees. I looked like a total fool. "You were beautiful. You are beautiful, Rae." I pause, feeling my chest grow tight. An uneasy, unpleasant feeling bubbles up inside of me, almost like a panic. Part of me doesn't like this, part of me wants him to stop. Old Rae is being slapped in the face, and she's ready to fight back, not willing to agree. My fingertips turn numb and I scrunch up my hands into fists, not sure what to say. He said I am beautiful, James said I am beautiful and deep down I am begging

he adds. Can I really read these out loud?

“You look so beautiful, my darling.” He looked down at her with so much love. Her long, black hair was spread out across the white sheets, a beautiful contrast that took his breath away. It was like a piece of art, something precious and rare. He felt as though she was a creature from a story, a siren with the power to draw him in, but instead of pulling him into a dark ocean, she was pulling him into the deepest, most wonderful parts of love. She was his entire world now.

To love anyway. And Owen and Lucas had both learned that lesson well. They had both learned that the most beautiful kind of wrong was the one that led you

Amanda said smoothly, completely unbothered by my shock. "Don't look at me like I just handed you a grenade, if Leonard is going to starve you, you don't have to starve yourself. You deserve to feel good, Laurel, you deserve to remember what pleasure feels like.” “We are going for a drink tonight.” She announced. I tried to counter that by claiming that I cannot leave Lili all by herself in the house, when Lili’s voice cuts in. “I’m not a baby, mom.”

No bad men. “Read,” Alex said. To Adrian. Not me. “Dada reads on Day 1. That’s rule.” _Silence. 8:45 PM._ Adrian picked up book. Opened it. Cleared throat. Not CEO voice. Not witness voice. Dada voice. “Once upon a time,” Adrian read. 58 BPM. “There was a house. That was not a court. That was not famous. That was not bad. That was just… home.”

There were words printed at the top part of the storybook but Cathedra could not make out what it said since she does not know how to read yet. "This is the story of a beautiful girl named Beauty, and how she met a prince who was transformed into a hideous, ugly beast!" All the girls gasped at Miss Yumi's narration. The boys, who could hardly be bothered by princesses and love, could only sigh in defeat as their groans of complaints were drowned out by the girls' excited giggles. The girls ran quickly to find themselves the best seats while the boys reluctantly followed suit, since the girls composed the majority of the class, and they figured that it wouldn’t bode well for them if they did

Is this his way of punishing me? "Anyway, have fun, Beauty. I'll talk to you again. Bye!" Mamita waved her hand in dismissal, and I could no longer answer her back. . c.m. louden

Every other day it is hidden away like a diamond, stuffed deep down in some stuffy box we try and pretend does not exist. Our families do not know each other. Our friends do not know each other. We should not know each other. "What do you want to know?" She asks me, with lips painted pink from the pressure of my lips against hers. She is so beautiful. Her large brown eyes stare at me like I have the secrets to life. Like I am the secret. She has no idea how she is the secret. What we have is the secret. What we have is a secret. I count her freckles before I answer, taking in the sights of beauty as I do every Friday. It is the memorization of her features that gets me through the next week.

As I transferred the money to Lawrence, I discreetly turned on my phone's recorder, casually saying, "Lawrence, I'm just leaving the money with you temporarily. When I need it back, you'll return it immediately, right?" "Don't worry, Winston. It's your money. Whenever you need it, you can take it. I'm not that kind of person." And so, I transferred the five million from my novel rights sale to Lawrence. Three or four days later, I got ready to take Nancy to her prenatal checkup. We had agreed on it the day before, but just as we were about to leave, Nancy started hesitating. "Winston, I feel a bit dizzy. I don't think I can get up. How about we go in a couple of days instead? Right now, I'd