Mi Hermoso Novels & Stories

The sky was an intense, almost unreal blue, and for a moment, everything felt too perfect. “Hi, Jacob,” I finally answered, tilting my face up like a sunflower to catch a bit of sunlight. “Hi, Camila.” His voice sounded calm—almost playful. “How are you?” I asked, eyes still closed, soaking in the warmth of our star. “Now I’m absolutely fine. You should see my view—it’s perfect.” “Oh, really?” I smiled, opening my eyes and glancing around for a clue. “And where exactly are you?” “It’s a place where aromas, warmth, and soft light blend together,” he said, as if describing a painting.

Feeling entangled in the riding emotions, I really did not pay attention to the name and realizing that he also called me Hermosa repeatedly that night. I sniffed to question. “Why are you calling me Hermosa?” Although I didn’t know the meaning, it sounds Spanish. The handsomeness link on his face brought things into my empty stomach as I fiddled with my fingers when he voiced, smiling through his eyes. He tapped his chin. “Her-mosa. It means beautiful.” An endearing smile fell on his lips, and it reminded me of Ezekiel. A very beautiful woman. Pretty.” My heart fluttered.

She scolded herself immediately when she realized that there's a lot of problems on her hands right now. "I think this is a good place for your wedding reception Jace,the food is great and the waitresses are beautiful,"she heard the one wearing a plain white Polo shirt said. So,her man's name is Jace. She smiled inwardly. "I can definitely agree with Jared,Jace,,"said the beautiful lady. " Sanity would love it here".

he whispered back and I could not ask for more. Hermosa may seem like a home for me, but the truth is, it’s not Hermosa. It’s Julian. He’s my home. He’s the home I will always come back for. He’s the home I will always have in my heart. No matter what happens.

"Help!" She screamed on top of her lungs and started struggling. After few minutes door of the room got opened and she looked at the man who entered inside. He was old man with blonde hair and blue eyes. But he was wearing expensive clothes and was looking powerful. Bella quickly closed her eyes when he turned on the lights. She blinked her eyes to handle the intensity of lights. The man looked at her and smiled, his eyes wondered on her face in admiration. "Bellissima" (beautiful)

I suddenly grew nervous and he smiled, discovering that I was checking him out. He was gorgeous. Pink lips and very sexy masculine features. He took my other hand and turned me till I had my back planted to his front. "No me dejes detenerte Hermosa,"he whispered against my skin and the hair at the back of neck stood. Oh I knew that feeling. "I don't speak Spanish," I said when I continued to dance. His hands were placed on my waist softly.

With my arms around her body, I continue to ravish her mouth. "Are you going to dare me again?" I watch as she digs her toes in the sand as the soft waves splash against her legs. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. With a small bikini and the belly to go with, I cannot stop smiling that she is Mrs. Stephenson.

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

He told looking up at the sky. There was no denying that California was hotter considering he lived in Michigan, where it snows. "So this is me," I spoke as we reached near my home. "I won't hold you anymore, you are free." He chuckled. "You never did!" he smiled at my annoyance. "Thanks for the ice cream." "My pleasure Miss." He bowed and smiled. I smiled at him. "I had a nice time." He told with a smile still plastered on his face. "Me too."

she dashed her a five hundred naira note and continued her stroll. The hot sun shone brightly on her hair, glittering like the black shining stones of Mirra. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead when her she spent a couple of minutes in the sun. The hot sun reminds her of state of origin, Ondo. It was nicknamed the SunShine State because of the vibrant performance of the sun there. "Good, she's coming" Mike muttered to himself gently under one mallam shade he had borrowed to finish his work. He was in a typical mallam dress with the big scarf to hid his identity.