Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

The three looked at Praveen with sharp glares. Praveen Jayachandran, looked back at them one by one. His gaze was no less cold. He wanted to show that he wouldn't be intimidated by their stares. He was confident because behind his simple appearance, he was handsome. His eyebrows were thick, his jaw was solid, and his eyes were like an eagle's. Many girls in the village wanted to get acquainted with him, not even a few fell in love. But the panelists knew that a handsome face doesn't always make advantage. The face is just the outer covering, talent is all that matters. Even a handsome face has another weakness, namely that it is not suitable for all roles.

His face is so perfect, long eyelashes, thick eyebrows and a sharp nose , add the clear skin from his face to his body as well as his very perfect jaw and above all his red lips I feel that the lord made him in the VIP room, his face is very angelic but his attitude is that of Satan Charot! I slowly caressed his cheek and felt his very soft skin. I grinned and squeezed it before laughing softly This man is not only handsome, he is also cute. Can handsomeness and beauty be bought? Because if yes, I will owe him ten million again to make my face beautiful and perfect I hope you will all be attracted to her because of her perfect face, if only she was a girl, maybe she is more beautiful than Li

His stature was tall and not too big, his appearance often forced the gaze not to be taken away from him. Except about women, he is so smart in every way. Makes anyone feel comfortable talking to him. Only forceful and hard attitude that feels disturbing. Perhaps that trait is what made it what it is today. At his age, he is showing maturity, while me? I touch this face. Beautiful? Just normal. Millions of people out there who are much prettier. He just pointed, who he likes. No woman can resist his charms. I? There are already shadowy wrinkles there. My face is clean, but nothing special there.

I said as I rolled my eyes. That's a lie. I very well know his face doesn't suck. I swear, this is the most handsome face I've ever set my eyes on. I feel for the women he's going to fall in love with in future. She's got to be strong because a lot of women will drag him with her. Not only because of his looks but because of the money he has and his position in this country. " What?!!!" "Has anyone never said that to you before? That your face sucks?."

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

whispered someone as we passed. "Yeah. How did we not know him?” answered the other. Ughh girls... I can't really blame you because I've been through that too. But please! Don't be deceived by those handsome faces, I'm telling you. And if you are going to simp, please don't go with this person who looks like an artist and has a big bank. If you can smile it's like there's no tomorrow. He really feels that he is very handsome, the only pretty thing on his face is just his amber eyes.

Other middle-class mothers did the same. It was why I never attended. Yet here I was with my heart about to beat out of my chest over one of these middle-class daughters. Not just middle class, but . . . . Plain. Her figure was fair enough—more than fair. Her body was gorgeous. But her face unremarkable. A smooth complexion, good teeth, a nice smile, and sufficient bone structure . . . . Adequate. And that’s where it stopped. She could have been made “pretty” by cosmetics, but no amount of makeup could make her beautiful.

Mavin shared. I nod my head off. "That is why. I guess they are both pretty and handsome. Look at both of you. You guys are handsome. Total definition of tall, white, and handsome." I complimented. "We know that. But you are pretty too. I met a lot of girls outside, but not met because we never talked or anything. They are more into makeup and such to make their faces more pretty. And you are just with your simple look." He said. "Simple but elegant. Like our mom." He added that it made me hide my face out of shyness.

A cold, sharp voice cut through the air, causing me to stop in my tracks and turn around. I met his gaze, devoid of humor and almost devoid of any emotion. "Oh no no no... It's nothing," I stumbled, my voice barely audible. I couldn't help but admire his handsome face, which exuded a certain majesty. His features were well-defined, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that captivated my attention. But despite his good looks, there was something missing—a genuine smile. "He's so good-looking, but he never smiles," I whispered to myself, almost involuntarily.