Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

As in the color red? I give him a bombastic side-eye look “It’s usually not written on the face, and I’m not Red” “Well your hair and face say otherwise” he gives another smirk at his response. I wonder why such an annoying being would be this handsome, it ought to be a crime. Once again, he moves towards me, and I take another step back

“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!"

Harken asks, lifting his hands up as if reaching to the sky to emphasize his point. "Maybe at first, but not so much anymore. He's just another pretty face to me now." Harken wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Word of advice; most guys don't like being called pretty." "It's a figure of speech for someone whose only good quality is their attractive appearance," she says with a laugh. Harken sits up off the ground. "Do you really think he's that attractive?" "Am I blind? Yes, he is very attractive. Just because I don't have feelings towards him anymore, doesn't mean his looks have gone away."

Nothing about me says 'Beautiful' so why does he? I'm not gorgeously thin, with a bikini body. My hair and eyes are just a normal dark brown. Nothing special. I'm a short height of 5' 3" and that's why I look stubby. And the final horrid touch, my glasses. The big rimmed frames covering my face. Sometimes, they make me look like I have a uni-brow. So, how does he find me beautiful?

Archie, who worked so hard, was so handsome. No wonder the women out there were drooling over Archie's face. He had capital. Regardless of his net worth, he couldn't starve to death just because of his face and body!

Carl sized him up: "You have your merits. At least your face makes people feel at ease." Someone who was clearly a fan of good looks—this type, probably wouldn’t be interested. Chris blinked in confusion: "Is that a compliment?" ---

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.