Most Beautiful Homeless Woman の小説・ストーリー

The woman finally left as the sky began to lighten, a sign that morning was coming. She left, grumbling and dragging her steps. Old Bernard and Liam emerged from their hiding place in the bushes near the garbage dump, shaking dust from their clothes and moving their aching arms and legs. "I've been watching that woman since yesterday. She's no ordinary homeless person. She doesn't smell bad," Old Bernard said. "Instead, she smells like flowers." "Uh, I thought so too," Liam said.

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

A woman wearing brown clothing and a winter hat sat in a tree with twinkling lights along K Street, amid the parked Mercedes and BMWs. To her left, she sagged. She had one leg curled up next to her and the other outstretching across the sidewalk. There was something strange about her even though they had seen homeless people before. She sat with an unsupported, relaxed posture. The woman's body was buried beneath a heap of torn clothing as she sat in a heap against the wall. The woman's face was covered in dirty blonde hair, and her head hung forward.

“Do you think I’m ugly? Say the truth.” Anyone who said she was ugly had no taste for beauty. “I’ve been a foollll.” I couldn’t help feeling jealous. A woman was crying for a man. I would give anything to have a woman who would genuinely love me. And I was going to make Rosa forget about the man that hurt her and love me instead. “Come with me,” I said. I pulled her up and she only resisted slightly. “Let’s get you home.” “Home?” She chuckled. “I have no home. I have no where to go to.” She sobbed. “He didn’t even let me take my clothes. He says I’m too ugly for them. Maybe he’s correct. I am ugly.”

"A business arrangement between two adults. Nothing more, nothing less." Another reporter jumped in quickly. "Are you ashamed of your past? Living in your car, being homeless?" "I'm proud of my past," I said firmly. "It taught me what real strength looks like. It taught me that survival isn't about comfort, it's about fighting for what matters." "And what matters to you?" someone asked from the back. "My daughter's life," I said, my voice steady. "Everything else is just noise." A third reporter leaned forward, more aggressive than the rest. "But surely you can see how this looks? A homeless woman suddenly living in luxury?"

The man shouted out loud in pain and die shortly after that. After that, I removed my spear from the man and went to see who was inside the hut... As I got in.. I saw some hungry looking women.. They looked dirty and in need of bath. As I looked at them one by one.. I saw one that was totally different from the rest... In all my life... I've never seen a woman with such beauty... Despite being in a rough state.. She was still attractive and alluring.. She too was staring at me the same I was doing to her...

It was slightly irritating how quickly the rich blew money. Securing my seat belt, the car reeved into action, swerving from the pavements into the clear roads considering it was six am the roads should be quiet. But the people, the homeless were up from hiding from the military stalking the streets from anything to eat and attacking the trash can for food. A woman. A destitute woman clutched her baby tight. Both their clothes tattered and breaking. Dirt covered their features and their face and mold splattered all over the black colored, out of date peach she was currently feeding her baby, neglecting herself and her wellbeing.

She replied, "Ahm. No, we're okay, ma'am." She kept smiling at the woman to show she was alright in the midst of fear. The rich woman removed her husband's thick coat and handed it to her to cover her kid, easing its cold weather. "Thanks, sir and ma'am," she joyfully said. "Do you have a house to stay in tonight?" asked the lady. "Ahm, we're actually... homeless right now, lady. I caught my husband with her mistress; that was why we were divorced."