Only The Beautiful Novels & Stories

“Used to?” “Yes. He uhm passed away last month, actually.” Ricardo said, looking down where the people looked like ants. “I’m sorry to hear that. Losing someone is always hard, especially when you can never forget them.” “I agree. But we should not mope around. We are in one of the most beautiful spots on earth. And I’m with the most beautiful woman right now.” Ricardo said, making some women near us giggle and say “aww”. I pulled him away from their earshot and we made our way through the other corner of the tower where it wasn’t so crowded.

Maya squinted her eyes as she stared at Jack. She couldn't tell if he was complimenting or insulting her. But all the same, she said, "thanks Jack." "You're welcome" Jack replied. He had actually complimented her sincerely because she was someone who barely put a lot of effort into her looks. Although she wasn't in the same league as Cindy, she was beautiful nonetheless and had her own appeal so, it wasn't surprising that she already had a fiance.

“Dad, I just saw the man I’m going to marry. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. And he has the most beautiful smile in the world.” I scoffed, fighting the urge to grab one of the heavy crystal vases and smash it over her already bandaged head. “The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, huh?” “Yes,” she answered without hesitation, as if it were the most natural truth in the world. “There’s a line between handsome and beautiful in men, you know? When a man becomes too handsome, he crosses into beautiful. That’s Reese.” “Thank you for the compliment,” I said tightly. “My husband is certainly very attractive.”

Just to at least reduce the number of men like you in the world. P.S. I don’t give a damn about those guys who say my daughter is ugly because she isn’t! She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Methods of killing: Hang yourself. Rewards: $400,000 Beau Hudson and Nicolas Verlice replied to Amara De Lucia. @Beau Hudson Only in your eyes. @Nicolas Verlice She is beautiful in your eyes but not in ours. Someone’s typing... @Beau Hudson Perhaps someone will respond with an LSM again. The lengthy and sweet message that we don’t care.

She was beautiful. She was so beautiful beneath the falling rain. She was so beautiful standing by her locker in the morning, as if she were waiting for him with quiet hope. She was so beautiful when she slept beside him. She was so beautiful when she smiled shyly during their first dance. She was so beautiful beneath the glittering city lights on the night they walked together. She was so beautiful when she appeared between her father and cousin as Gaara came to pick her up under the moonlight. She was so beautiful when she told Gaara about the list of festival street foods she recommended he try once they arrived.

Maybe the sadness. “Believe me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever have seen. I don’t know about other guys. But I know is that you are attractive for me. I fee relief that nobody can find the beauty inside you which I have. And now I don’t want anyone to find you beautiful. You are beautiful for me. God made you beautiful only for me. I want everyone to be blind to see your beauty. And I’m really glad that I’m the first guy who enter in your life. That’s enough for me.” Oh.

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

Morana says, looking at me as if I'm crazy. “Not beautiful enough for him,” I say, hurting at the words. For him, or anyone else. If I was so beautiful, why hasn't anyone ever asked me out? Or shown me any sort of attention. I am not beautiful, Morana is just saying that to be kind because she is my friend. “You are more than beautiful enough for anybody! You just hide your beauty, is all.” Morana tells me, surprising me. I look up at her, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Is this beautiful, heart-fluttering young lady really a naughty, weak and stupid girl every day? “There are no ugly women, only unbeautiful women.” Rosa smiled proudly at her own masterpiece, while constantly using hairspray on Brawen's hair. Brawen was a bit dumbfounded: "It's really beautiful". “Is there more to say, Brawen? Even pure Irina might not be as good as you. Like this, there will definitely be a lot of people competing to dance with him. But wait, Brawen, are you going to keep that white bandage over your eyes forever? Doesn't look right, take it off.” Rosa lunged forward, reaching out her hand as if to yank the strip off Brawen's face.

Girl running from her past finds herself and freedom! Will she find love as well? Read along to see who she chooses or if she does! 🤔😉