Novel & Cerita Mysterious Beauty

His heart was in a flutter. He had already known of her beauty. Her facial features were exquisite, but they were perfectly pieced together. It was like a work of art. What was worse, her beauty was completely different from other women. Her beauty was innocent and clean, which was unforgettable. It was like crystal clear lake water seeping into his blood, nourishing every part of his body, and pulling him down uncontrollably.

she muttered, trying to awaken that satisfaction from within but anguish still engulfed her. The light in her glamorous makeup space began twitching. She looked at the incandescent bulb. It was starting to lose spark. But after a few seconds, it went back to usual. It was as if the luminescent was telling her to shun with that feeling of doubt and regain that composure she once lost – a year ago. “It was not that long time. But I know, nobody will remember.” She kept convincing herself. She began murmuring as if singing an original tune, “I…I am beautiful… I…am beautiful…” she began humming a melody, then stopped. “I am the most beautiful girl in the world, in the universe rather,” she gulpe

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

In the past, my starving soul had wandered wounded through the wilderness, tormented by its own hunger. But now, I understood the true meaning of life. I knew what was beautiful and good, and what was ugly. My life had become perfect. I absolutely loved the person I'd become.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

FARAH. As I completed the ritual, a swirling sensation enveloped me, and I found myself transported to a realm of otherworldly beauty and grandeur. It was as though I had stepped into a celestial palace, where the very walls radiated an ethereal luminance. The walls were constructed from shimmering moonstone, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathed the surroundings in an ever-present, gentle light. The moonstone was adorned with intricate celestial motifs, depicting stars, moons, and constellations that seemed to come to life, their brilliance twinkling with a captivating luminosity.

But deep down, in the pit of my being, I can still acutely feel her presence, as if she's watching me. For some reason, the truly creepy part about her isn’t the horrifying rot and decay. It’s the disturbing beauty. That kind of beauty should be divine and only possessed by goddesses. But I doubt she's even close to that. Not with the energy she passes off. The kind that you can't name, but all the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck is on high alert.

My breath hitched as I caught sight of the shrine. It was breathtaking. The shrine was a circular structure, its walls made of shimmering crystal that reflected the moonlight, casting dancing rainbows across the surrounding trees. Vines with glowing white flowers climbed its pillars, their petals pulsing faintly as if alive. In the center of the shrine was a raised platform with intricate carvings that seemed to shift and move when you looked at them too long. “What is this place?” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away. “This is where the Beauty Goddess communes with those she deems worthy,” Lucas said, his voice reverent. “Step lightly. She’s already aware of our presence.”

His entire being seemed to undergo a spiritual onslaught, every cell in his body tingling with excitement. This face was beyond description with words. All descriptions like dazzling and seductive, radiant and stunning, paled in comparison. Her beauty surpassed that of Thea and Lesia, not in features or skin, but in aura. It was a natural, inherent aura that exuded grace, charm, and elegance, beyond mere appearances. Perhaps everyone had their own definition of beauty, but upon seeing this face before him, even the most critical person would be captivated and forsake everything else. “Have you seen enough?” The mysterious woman snorted coldly and pulled the black veil back over her face. “Ar

Chapter 14- Silver Rain, Vanilla, and Cotton Candy AZRAEL POV Goddess. She was so beautiful. Not the kind of beauty poets wrote about in soft, little, love songs. No. My mate was the kind of beauty that made wars start. The kind that made monsters kneel. It fucking made sense. How Malrik’s beast was so tamed and pliant during a full moon. How he had raged and broken chains to reach her. It all made sense now.