Not Just Pretty Face 소설 & 이야기

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.

BUT THERE WAS no arrogance in his voice or on his face, it seemed like he just stated a fact. But she was seeing nothing on him that would tell her that he was a powerful or a very influential individual. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was strong physically. But a pretty face and strong arms didn’t equate to societal influence. He was dressed casually: his blue polo shirt which showed his seemingly nice-to-touch and nice-to-feel biceps, wasn’t even an expensive brand, and it was partnered with pair of ordinary looking denim jeans. He had no jewelry on him except for his watch, which didn’t look expensive either. He didn’t have a ring, wedding or whatever. And she didn’t know why but it gave h

“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.

"I think later this three. Why? You'll ask me out?" His face darkened. I smiled. "You're not my type," he said bluntly. Instead of hurting the ego I just laughed. He's harsh. What I hear about him is true. "I'm beautiful, ah?" The corner of his lip lifted slightly, as if comforted. "The face isn't really important, Audrey. That's not the basis." "Oh, don't act too noble! We know you guys, you really want to be beautiful. No need to be pretentious."

" Chris asked, skeptical. He felt that the beautified versions of both him and Paige looked less appealing than their normal selves. Chris didn't say anything about it, but the standard facial features combined with the slimming function made his face appear narrow and pointed, resembling a goblin from folklore. As for Paige, with her naturally round face, the slimming function made her face slender. It wasn't that it looked bad—she actually looked quite attractive, with the typical features of a popular internet celebrity: big eyes and a pointed chin. However, it lacked the unique charm of her small, round face. He preferred Paige's cute face. Paige also felt that the beauty mode had gone a

I'm going to practice dancing at ten o'clock, and I want to sleep in the cage. Anna Garcia also shook her head wildly. 'As a self-styled gold medal broker in the entertainment industry, I have become immune to beauty.' Let's not say that most male stars in the entertainment industry have a good face. Just saying that Mr. Wharton's perfectly modeled face is enough to make her immune to other handsome guys. 'Look at the handsome boy you are not willing to? It's better to be a nun. ' Trisha Sylvie hates the spit of iron and steel, but when she turns around, she smiles and freezes on her face.

I said, "Officer, this might sound strange, but I swear I haven't lied about anything." Still hooked up to the polygraph, I told them about the face on my lower back and the conversations I'd had with her, making sure to be as detailed as possible. The officers had trouble believing me, so I took off my shirt and told them to see for themselves. Everyone who saw the face was stunned. It had eyes, but no pupils. Its nose was flat, and its features resembled a human profile pressed into my skin. There was a mouth, but no tongue. When it opened, there was nothing inside but a black, hollow pit.

“Not if I’m the least attractive guy there. I walked into that room and saw at least 4 guys who looked like they’d walked off a Gucci runway. And then there was me, with my anxiety and bad hair day.” “Sky, shut up,” Alice said flatly. “You’re adorable.” Brian nodded. “He’s right. You're more the 'soft-boy-next-door' type. The kind that steals everyone's heart with one shy smile.” “Exactly!” Clint pointed at Sky. “You’re the type who walks in and the audience immediately goes, ‘That one. I chose him.’ You underestimate your power.” Sky blushed. “You guys are just trying to make me feel better.” “No,” Alice said. “If I were trying to make you feel better, I’d lie and say your eyebags make you