Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

Lilly said coolly, "I’m sure I’d be long gone by now." Her tone was flat, careless like she’d grown bored of the whole idea of dying. Ave tilted his head, lips twitching. "Okay, Miss Pretty Face," he said dryly, "how exactly are you planning to get home in the middle of nowhere? You gonna hike?" Pretty Face. He thinks I’m pretty. A small spark flared in her chest, but she buried it fast. He’s cute, sure. But not my type. She rolled her eyes again, hiding that flicker of warmth beneath a wall of sarcasm.

"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

“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

Travis visibly collapses into his seat more than he already is. "But ... You have a face that can catch people's eyes even in a sea of ​​other faces. Even when you're not frowning, you still have a determined and distinguished look on your face that screams "Alpha Macho" but there's also something youthful about your features that makes you seem kind and easy to get along with. Some people have such a bitter and mean expression that it makes you want to get away from them instantly, but not your face. Your face draws people in. So I guess the reason you are still wearing the mask would be a bit of both"

I’m too handsome to be like her more than a friend. She has so many pimples, it’s as if her face just grew on her face with the amount of pimples and acne she has. She’s flat chested, like she’s a walking plywood. Not sexy. She doesn’t have that smooth skin, especially her face, which already has acne marks.

It momentarily stunned him. She had a soft pouting mouth that could do a lot of damage if put to use in the right way and delicate, almost childlike, features that somehow worked in a mature face. There was very precisely and expertly applied subtle makeup under a sleek updo of soft hair, yet you could still see the girl was pretty. God, he would go as far as saying this one was beautiful, and that was rare coming from him. He had seen and bedded enough models over the years to stop being pulled in by symmetrical features and so-called perfection. She was beautiful in another way entirely, not in a fluffed and preened attractive but a real unapologetic, born to make men want her kind of way.

He has an angular face with a pointed nose, well-defined cheekbones, and thin lips. This is the face of Alexander Lu, a pure devil with the face of an angel. He stands elegantly among others, despite his cold attitude. Something is enticing about him. Perhaps it’s his good looks, or perhaps it’s simply his wealth and power. Nonetheless, ladies of noble families tend to flock towards him, trying to gain his favor and affection. However, no one ever succeeded.

I mean, look at this beautiful platinum blonde hair and the sculptural face of God. If there is such a person on the street, men and women, young and old, even dogs will look back at least once. Even if you go to an esthetic every day and get treatment, you would not have white skin, long and rich eyelashes, big eyes, a neat forehead with a tall nose, and even red lips that are lovely without putting on anything like this. If it is a face like this, it is sure to look pretty even with a shaved head. After all, the completion of fashion is the face.

Unlike the girls who rely on fillers and plastic enhancements, Nora's allure stems from her authenticity and genuine charm. With her warm smile and expressive eyes, Nora has an ethereal quality that makes her stand out from the crowd. Jay appreciates how she embraced her natural self, unaffected by societal pressures to conform to a certain image. Her genuine beauty, both inside and out, makes her a sight to behold in his eyes. Jay's admiration for Nora goes beyond her physical appearance. Her inner beauty, kindness, and understanding only enhance her external attractiveness. Lost in his thoughts, Jay realizes that Nora's presence has the power to heal his troubled mind and bring a sense of