Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

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.

he murmurs, looking away from me for a second. "What? That's literally not what I said at all. I said you're so pretty for a man. Men are usually ugly, so your face is a good change from other guys I've had the horror to look at," I add. This time, he frowns like he's trying to understand what I just said, "You're pretty, I like it, what's the big deal?"

It’s possible that I might die from this ache in my heart. But I can’t help that he’s cute, he’s tall and he has perfect teeth. He’s the perfect mix of the right amount of handsome and subtle. He’s not overly pretty, he has cute ugly moments. He’s not those annoyingly beautiful men they put on magazine covers. And I love that he’s an actual human. He’s not the cliché high school jock. A pretty boy that is only required to breathe and he will be given the world. I hate people that celebrate beautiful people for doing the bare minimum.

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then he laughed. Not cruelly. Not loudly. But with that smooth, condescending amusement — the kind rich men use when they think you’re being adorably naive. “That’s good,” he said, reaching for his lemonade. “Loving yourself. It’s important.” He paused. Then, with a smile that cut deeper than any blade: “But you can’t meet my parents with that face.” I didn’t flinch. “What’s wrong with my face?” I asked.

"I'll go home alone, don't worry." Seen a handsome man, with a firm facial line, sharp nose, thick eyebrows, everything on him feels so perfect. His gaze was sharp, as if it could penetrate even hard objects, and his smile was so expensive, and his flat but charismatic face seemed to be able to attract the attention of women.

Because if I think about it rationally this isn't right because I am just his servant, we're not even related by blood or such… I looked up at his face. He isn't looking at me and he's just looking straight to where he is walking. Thanks to that I can see everything clearly in his face. Now that we are this close, being called someone who is handsome won't do justice to him, I mean look at his face… Every part of his face screams manliness like those whom you can see in movies… Is he using some kind of lip balm or lipstick because his lips are bright red and are glowing like his skin? Is he using some kind of skincare?