Novel & Cerita Not Just Pretty Face

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?"

He looks more handsome now compare to the last time I saw him. "You've got a new haircut." I blurted out. He chuckled. "Yes. I'm glad you notice. I wanted to look good on you." His word made my heart flatters. "You always look good in my eyes. I wouldn't notice you if you are not." I said with full honesty. People might find me shallow but I like handsome guys. Their face is the first thing I notice. But all of those guys remain as someone I admire because of their faces, it didn't lead to anything romantic. Because the truth is, face alone is not enough to fall for someone.

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?

I'd be more forgiving of a controlling parent than that. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself right away. I'm supposed to be lovely, but not because I'm Omega. Why? Is it forbidden for Omegas to be beautiful or handsome? We don't have much except our beautiful faces, so why would they say we don't deserve to be called pretty or attractive? There is no such thing as an unattractive face in the world. Yes, an unpleasant attitude exists, but ugly faces? I grinned as I stroked my cheek. They won't tell us if an Omega is beautiful or our beauty is a waste of time. Who are they to make such a statement?

It was the beast’s most primitive, wild, and untamed nature and the terrifying strength that no man could conquer. I couldn’t help keeping my gaze on his face. This evil beast looked less annoying and scary only when he was asleep. From a human perspective, I had to admit that this beast did have beautiful features and a distinctively handsome face, even though he exuded a warning message of “I am not a good man.” It was indeed an irresistibly handsome face. He would be the most appealing man on our campus. Even in the entertainment industry full of charming men and women, this gorgeous face would still be the best.

‘Yes that’s the number one, the big boobs, the butt oh man, the waist. Eric: ‘Second, the pretty face,’ I said. ‘But of course beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.’ Kevin: ‘So, is Jane pretty?’ Eric: ‘Hmmmm,’ I said. ‘I think so.’ Kevin: ‘Don’t be choosy,’ he said. ‘You are not that handsome anyway.’ Eric: ‘Shit!’ I said. ‘Okay, third, mother image, these are the sweet girls who know how to take care of a man, and of course, cook.’