Mysterious Beauty Novels & Stories

A child with her beautiful face and his blue eyes. If only that were possible.

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

And it was impossible to ignore his beauty, the sharp blue of his eyes piercing straight through me, as if he could see everything I tried to hide. The blonde guy’s smirk widened as his gaze bounced between us. Whatever amused him, I didn’t like it. “Let’s go in,” the hoodie guy said. He didn’t wait for a response. This time, he didn’t pull or drag me. He let me walk at my own pace while I took in the strange beauty around us. The cabin was surrounded by flowers and tall trees. No other houses were visible—if there were any, they were well hidden by the forest. I should’ve been afraid. I knew that. Yet a strange calm settled over me. The curse on my leg pulsed softly, sending a faint tinglin

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

Her wavy brown hair flowed down her shoulders, framing her face in a natural expression of beauty. With light makeup, her features were accentuated, allowing her inner radiance to shine through. And when she smiled, it felt like a moment of pure enchantment, as if time itself paused to highlight it. But it was her eyes, those mesmerizing grey-blue orbs, that truly took my breath away. As our eyes locked, everything stood still. I felt a deep connection as if her beauty surpassed every earthly standard. She was truly a masterpiece. Every curve and detail whispered tales of perfection.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

Fortunately or unfortunately enough, I knew the answer to the first question but not to the second. Just when the rascal shifted, ran at an insanely fast pace and proceeded to pounce at us to kill us both, that is when I saw Her. A dangerous beauty. Yes that is what she was. A dangerous beauty- full of mystery and grace.

It was a beautiful little girl,her hair was extremely short but yet her beauty was like no other even with her ragged clothes she was beautiful. My eyes went high and low searching for this so-called Majestic who has made me traumatized with his or her revelations. But when I saw none I began to wonder who it may be and why I was the only one coming down. “ Am I the majesty??” I asked bemused.

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.