Millie Bobby Brown Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wow, she is gorgeous! Her hair was fiery red and cut into a shoulder-length bob which appeared to be longer at the front than it was at the back. Her hairstyle perfectly framed her slim delicate face. Her eyes were a stunning shade of emerald green and her complexion was fair, but it perfectly matched her features. She looked the same age as us. At least she wasn’t as tall as Megan though. Result! Another short-arse to join me. “Ahh, you must be Millie? I am so pleased to meet you.” Her voice was as soft as her skin tone.

This girl never leaves me without a mess. She is wearing a glittery maroon-colored short dress hugging her body perfectly tight. I can see how plump her boobs are and how good her ass looks at it. She has such an amazing physique that she can be an international model. Round big brown eyes, V-shaped beautiful chin, long sharp bridged nose, plump lips, and her brown artificial curls hanging a few inches below her shoulders makes her look absolutely stunning. She can love anyone and anyone could just love her but it’s just not me.

They were both tall, well-built and cheeky as hell. Abigail favoured Megan down to a tee, from her golden blonde hair to her blue eyes and Megan’s smile. She was a beautiful girl and I knew she would be stunning as the years turned her from girl to woman, something I wasn’t quite ready for. Alexis was ethereal with a fairy like beauty, her brown hair had a glow to it that made it seem almost hazel in colour and her eyes were a mixture of blue and green, striking and she too had given me the urge to stock up on shotguns.

She hadn't warned me on purpose. Marlene looked very different from what I remembered. The brown hair was now cut short into an unflattering bob but that was the least surprising thing. She'd filled out in all the right places and the wrong ones too. She wore a grey shirt with sweat stains on the underarms and chest and a pair of mom jeans that would've fit in two of her younger self at once. There were bags under her eyes and her skin that formerly glowed now looked pasty white and dull.

Now, with her short hair… fuck. Antonio had always had a thing for women with short hair; the way it showcased their pretty necks and gorgeous cheekbones. Not only had Pearl expertly sculpted her hair into a short cut, but she’d dyed it a warm brown, which highlighted her deep blue eyes. She kind-of looked like Demi Moore in the movie “Ghost,” but better, way better. He felt a pull and shoved the attraction aside. Her situation was way too complicated and the last thing she needed was a hungry agent wanting to slide into her bed.

'Selina asked. ''Am just meeting your brother. I don't have to dress up to impress him, 'Millie said, chuckling. ‘’You’re right. ’Selina replied. The girls disconnected their call, and each prepared for her date. Millie pretended to be calm, but she was so anxious. Over the last few days, she realized that she was always looking forward to chatting with Bobby and often wondered about where and what Bobby was doing. ''You look so beautiful, 'Bobby said as he helps out the chair for her.

ELENA'S POV Beauty sessions had always been my least favorite thing to do even as a kid which was why I'd always carried my hair in one consistent style over the years - a ponytail, imply because it was the eaisest. My shoulder length dark brown hair had always been maintained in the best way I could but, over the years as both a workaholic and lazy person, my hair began to barely be noticed by me. But the makeover today with Betty had not only been therapeutic but even, more entertaining than I thought. Loud music blasted through the tiny walls if her studio apartment while we went through different styles and colours on the internet.

I sighed, glancing at Millicent and Eve walking in our direction. The two women were different. Any man would fall for Millicent. She was a Beyonce. Or maybe a Kim Kardashian. Hot. Very attractive. Smart. Bob described Eve as Lily Collins, and sometimes he mentioned a Nina Dobrev. I didn’t even know who he was talking about.

For a few seconds, she’d actually been struck dumb as she’d gazed at the woman standing there in a bright patch of autumn sunlight. Her hair was loose and wild and warm, spilling golden fire over her shoulders. Instead of smoothing down her curls, Melissa had somehow made them more obvious, but she’d controlled them in some way, so they were glossy and perfect, almost like an ocean wave. Zoe’s green eyes were lined with a bold gold pencil, and the color made them just jump right out of her face; she resolved then and there to throw out her usual boring brown. Her cheeks were framed with a soft apricot, her lips tinged with a dramatic burnt orange, and the whole effect was so unlike herself a

I turned around and noticed how pale she got. " Are you okay?" " Yeah, sure. I am only a little nervous," Millie shot me a glance, and I could tell she was not completely honest. " They do not bite," I told her reassuringly. " They just want to meet you." Millie offered me a slight nod. " I will try to look pretty tomorrow," she added jokingly, disappearing into her bedroom. " You always look pretty," I whispered when her door closed. That was true. Millie was a beautiful, natural beauty, unlike many other women I have met. Besides, she was kind and caring about others.