Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

“Who said you could touch me? Your dad sleeps around with who knows how many women. Who knows if you’re carrying some disease just like him!” I stood there, helpless, tears pooling in my eyes. Grandma sighed from the side. She gently wiped my tears and tried to comfort me, saying that Mom was just a germaphobe and that that was why she didn’t like being touched. However, I knew that wasn’t true because Mom only rejected me but never Becca. Even when Becca’s hands were dirty and sticky, Mom never showed the slightest bit of disgust. Instead, she would hold her hands gently, patiently cleaning away every bit of dirt. That kind of tenderness was something I didn’t even dare to dream about.

and began eating again. The easy acceptance caught him off guard. When she finished the second slice, she finally became aware of his gaze. "What?" she asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "I just thought…" He hesitated, then spoke with disarming honesty. "Don't women usually pay close attention to their figure? You're the first I've seen who eats dessert this freely and happily." When she did not respond, he hurried to clarify. "I didn't mean anything bad," he said quickly. "I just think the way you eat is kind of… cute. And I don't have any opinions about women's bodies. That's entirely up to women themselves."

It felt like only yesterday when I got diagnosed with this curse and here it is seeking for my life. I sighed heavily and returned to my room without finishing my workout routine or alerting Grace. I entered my bathroom and looked at the mirror to take a look at my face and my skin. My face still looked as beautiful as it was from the first day I glanced at myself in the mirror. Even after all those fighting and wars, I didn’t even get a scar on my face at all. “My biggest attraction and my biggest flaw,” I said while running my hands through my smooth face. I don’t even do much to preserve my skin.

"God isn't just unfair when it comes to money but looks too! Look at the man's face! He's even more good-looking than any male celebrity!" "Yes! I agree! He's too handsome! My hormones are going wild just from looking at him!" "How can there be such a good-looking guy on this earth? I don't know how I'll fall asleep tonight, but I hope I'll dream of having a boyfriend as gorgeous as him!" "Common folks like us probably can't even dream of a man so stunning!" "Don't just praise the dude—praise the chick too! Look at how beautiful she is! Not only does she have a great figure, but her face is truly breathtaking!"

Even though I don't like doing it, but this is the only way to make him feel sorry. "No!" the short, dense and painful answer escaped his mouth before he stepped back toward the apartment entrance and left me rooted in my place. "Damn! doesn't my look less convincing? but I think my face is quite beautiful. Why isn't he tempted? oh yeah, I forgot something!" I thought. How could I forget something so important like this? a pretty face alone is not enough to melt the heart of a grown man. I have to show something more and I'm confident in this one part.

His beautiful face. I don't know how such a man could have a beauty like Gage Stockholm. He's like an epitome of a gorgeous modern Romeo. He's really handsome and I know why he's adored by millions of fans aside from his attitude because of how he looks too but he's here inside my apartment instead of sleeping inside a lavishing hotel room. I've noticed that he had little pimples on his forehead only to make me realize that he's just like any of us. A human being with a pimpled face unlike those other celebrities with unblemished perfect faces.

"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."

"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."

Not just her face, but also her hands! ***