Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

She throwed her makeup sets at the waste basket furiously " Who does he think he is?? Just because of his handsome face .. " " But he has that handsome face which can make any woman melted." For an instant she was out off control thinking of his gorgeous face. Which indeed melted her heart. "Tutt just wait and see how I will make you fall for me .You will beg me. No men has ever rejected me like this. And you just because of your pretty face !! " "Cheh!!! Just wait and see. Hmph!!"

“What was that for?” “I just feel irritated looking at your face. Remove it.” Just then, he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. It seemed like that slap only affected him for a few seconds. Should I punch him instead and give him a pretty black eye? I mean, if he would be beaten up on the face and have bruises, no woman would want to look at him. “It is not my fault that I am born with such godly looks. If you feel inferior, then why don’t you try and use your face to attract men, huh?”

Even though the nun of May Sect had been puritanic for decades, she was a little absent-minded when she saw this handsome face. This was a perfect face without any flaws. The next moment, Little Apple's eyes became serious.

She scowled at him, baring her teeth but all he did was raise his head in question. “That is new, you are the first person to tell me that I have an ugly face, I have always known about having an ugly personality because that is what people talk about most before they talk about my handsome face, but I have realized that you don’t do emotions and that is good for both of us because that makes us more compatible with each other.” He shrugged before leaving the room with his phone in his hands.

I didn’t know whether to feel terrified or swoon over her graceful charms. My heart throbbed in my chest when she approached us. I could see every detail of her face. She didn’t appear that beautiful in pictures. Her skin was smooth and wrinkle-free. Botox was common among the elite, but her face wasn’t stiff or expressionless. Her plump lips spread into a pleasing smile as her blue eyes gleamed with delight.

Look at Wyne Kendall, with her fair complexion, tall and slender figure, well-preserved assets, and even Wyne Kendall's beauty could rival that of a Miss Universe who won a global beauty pageant. Wyne could never be compared to someone like Tera, who was just "average". Her body was chubby, with flabby fat here and there, and her face! Ugh! Her face looked beautiful because she wore makeup while working, so it could hide all her flaws. But if she took off the makeup, all those face filters would disappear, revealing an ordinary face with no attractiveness.

“For trusting me.” “You’re one of a few people I trust. I was scared that you wouldn’t see me the same way again if you see what I have.” I turned around and cupped his face. He looked so ruggedly handsome that it hurt to look at him. “I like you not because of your flawless skin, or handsome face, or your—” “Big dick.” A big smile broke off his face.

, I said, looking up to his face to dutifully analyze it, and frankly speaking, I was disappointed. That devil was a very wicked being for trying to persuade me to sex that cop. Yes, he had a broad dependable chest that would be so good to be cuddled into, together with a sexy neck that was to die for, but his face was definitely nothing to write home about - I don't want to speak bad of his facial features or face-shame him so I'm going to stop at this juncture with my description. " Please step outside", he said. His face seemed to decrease in ugliness as he stepped outside, making it seem as if the electric light in the elevator was propagating his ugly side alone, not his real face.

Hana arched her brow. Her poker face might be up, but it couldn’t stop the blush staining her cheeks. It only made her more attractive. “It’s more complex than just that.” I sighed, not wanting her to believe this was truly only physical. I’ll admit her beauty contributes, but I wouldn’t go to such lengths for a merely pretty face. There’s more to Hana than that. And while I don’t know everything about her, what I do know makes me want to know more.

The man standing in front of me was none of those things. Sharp features with the kind of definition that looked like it had been decided rather than simply arrived at. Dark hair. A jaw that matched the rest of him, which was to say it looked like it meant something. And the eyes, which I had already known, which I had been managing for weeks, but which without the mask were no longer the only thing his face contained and therefore landed differently, as one part of a whole rather than the whole thing itself. He was beautiful. The word arrived plainly and without apology. Not in spite of the stories or despite the fear or complicated by any of the context. Simply: beautiful. The kind of face