My Girlfriend Is Beautiful In Spanish の小説・ストーリー

The gentle wind caressed her face. “Seems like I’ve found you again,” the masculine voice of Enrique sounded behind her. Maria turned to him rapidly. Tears stuck in her eyes. Heavy steps approached her. “You’ve changed so much, Isela, my love.” “Don’t ever dare to touch me!” Through clenched teeth she told him to not come any closer. Enrique smiled. “Now Stefan’s girlfriend? Maria Fernanda de la Fuente? What does it mean?” “Means ‘stay away from me’”

she's so beautiful and I tell her everyday whenever I compliment her she won't believe me and its so its so that she don't see what I see but every time she ask me do I look ok? I say When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are and when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while cause your amazing just the way you are. oo her lips her lips I could kiss them all day if she let's me. and her smile her smile she hates but

Fernanda’s wide blue eyes flicker to mine and she lets go of her brother and closes the gap between us until we’re standing face to face. “Hi, you pretty!” she bellows her English heavily accented by her English. Laughter slips past my lips and Adrian nods his head with a small smile splaying across her lips as I lean to her height. “Hi there, thank you, you’re pretty too.” Fernanda tilts her head sideways and her eyes grow impossibly bigger as she takes me in. “Are you Adrian’s girlfriend?” My cheeks flush red and I stutter, “Well, that’s..”

Martinis's pov I was lost in her beauty when she came to aisle..she was looking breathtakingly beautiful..her gown was perfectly fitted over her body..her hairs were tied in beautiful bun..she was not wearing too much makeup ..then also she was looking beautiful..indeed she is natural beauty..she came towards me by taking small steps..and I was continuously looking at her like only she exists in my world.... My heart beats were increasing with her each steps towards me...and finally her dad gave her hand in mine..and the same time I promised that I will make her my queen...do I love her..I am not sure..but I will treasure her for my whole life...

"What is my beautiful girlfriend thinking?" "Someone can hear you!" she barely stared him. Fender ended up playing catch-up with the kids and they went back to their work. They can't stop and just lie down next to each other. No food will crawl in their path if they are both lazy. “Why? It's true you're so beautiful, ah. Even if you're wearing an old blouse and pants, you're still so beautiful in my eyes. ” She glared him and picked up the sack. She was always on the verge of being beautiful. She knew that her boyfriend was just teasing her once so that she would give him a kiss. She started to step forward as he followed her.

"Woman, this is all I can tell you, stay away from my fiancé!" My eyebrows rose. “Why? Do you think I'm interested in your fiancé?” I grinned and shook. “He’s nothing compared to my boyfriend. Your fiancé is yours and you can count on me not to take him away from you!” I just told that woman to stop throwing harsh words and stop accusing me. "Oh?" "Lizzy." Dave guided her up and she stood up too. “Uhm, Brii, I mean, Ms. Garcia, later—” "Okay, I'm going out, Mr. El-Greco, I'm sorry to bother you with what you're doing. Okay, I'll go ahead,” I said, looking straight at Dave.

I said to myself as I turned dancing my way through the crowd to some group of girls. " what are you beautiful ladies doing alone?"I mocked . " hey, handsome "the lady in yellow armless short gown called out, moving closer tor. as she puts her hands on my shoulder. "hey, beautiful!" I replied placing my hands on her waist . we both started rocking our body against each other. "you remember me right?" she asked looking up at me. "bellisima ?" she added, giggling . I have called a lot of ladies I fuck bellisima, meaning beautiful in italian. how the hell am I supposed to recall every single one! I thought looking down at her. I forced a smile .

(beautiful) Bella didn't understand what he said but he has strong foreign accent. "Who are you? Let me go... Now!" She demanded in brave voice. "scorre nel sangue, vedo" (It runs in a blood, I see) He chuckled. "Sono felice che tu non sia diventata come quella vita bassa" (I am glad you didn't become like that low life) "Who are you?" She yelled. "Voice down little girl, don't make me disciple you"

Even if we couldn't make it to the end, I wasn't some third wheel hiding in the dark. I swallowed my anger, forced a smile, and said, "Great. You two look good together. I hope you're happy."

“You don’t know me well enough to want me as your girlfriend.” “We’ll get to know each other along the way,” I insisted. “Why me?” she asked, and I could sense that she felt the mate bond too, even if she didn’t fully understand it yet. “You’re beautiful,” I complimented. “Beauty fades,” she replied. “It’s not just your beauty that draws me to you; it’s everything about you,” I responded earnestly. “Okay,” she shrugged. “Okay? So you’re agreeing to be my girlfriend?” I asked, my heart racing with joy.