Ost You Are Beautiful Novels & Stories

Our body were coordinating with each other with the music of the nature, with the voice of the air which was inaudible to the world but was whispering and giving us the perfect music tunes for us. She rested back of her head on my shoulders and smiles beautifully which image could be viewed in the mirror in front of me as she swung her body gently along with mine. “Has anybody told you that you are beautiful,” I asked and she smiled lowering her head in shyness. “No… You are the first. Nobody has ever told me that I am beautiful and I deserved to be madly loved,” she answered on which I pursed my lips for sometime.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

But at that moment, it seemed different. Then, she stopped. “All right, I know that behind this messy makeup, you know who you are. You are the most beautiful in the world. Haha!” She laughed a bit and became serious in a beat. Then, she stroked her hair upwards. She seemed confused. Nevertheless, she scrutinized the image in that shiny thing in front of her and slurred, “With that face! You are going to take back everything that rightfully belongs to you! I promise that.” Finally, she gave in and used the tissue paper that has been waiting for her to acknowledge. She wiped her face, making sure to clean every part and portion. She made certain that all the ugly spots were removed in order t

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" "Of course you are," I began, but she turned away. "What am I even saying? Look at me. That’s why he’ll never like me. I’ve tried everything—perfect breakfasts, lunches, even this ridiculous gold dress, just to impress him." "Don’t say that," I told her softly. "You’re beautiful the way you are. Makeup doesn’t create beauty; it just decorates what’s already there. It’s the inner light that shines through — the one that really matters."

"Since when I was little my cousins used to call me ugly. Even in school, my own friends call me ugly too most especially Yasmin and Maryam. And I hated it with passion. It made me restless and self conscious. And then when someone calls me beautiful, I wonder whether the person is telling the truth or just trying to mess up with my head. I can't point a finger at who's telling the truth or not. Sometimes I feel like crying but I just keep it to myself or write it in my diary and tell myself that am ugly, so nobody's going to like me." Ismail just couldn't contain his laugher but he put on a brave face and marched over to her. He held her hand and sat her down on the bed. "No one is allowed

Next to the clothes was a small, steaming tray of hot broth and fresh bread left by Elena. I washed the soot and sweat from my face with trembling hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hazel eyes looked wild, wide with a lingering terror that I knew would never truly leave me. I stripped out of the remaining pieces of the expensive silk suit, sliding into the oversized sweater. The fabric was incredibly soft, swallowing my petite frame completely, but it smelled faintly of Karl’s dark cologne, a constant reminder of the man who held my leash.

I sat beside her on the sofa. She laced her hand on my shoulder. “You know you’re a very beautiful girl, and I’m not saying this because I’m your mother or because I’m required to but you’re truly beautiful. And I want you to see that, I want you to see that these curves, hips and dips and rolls that you don’t like are exactly what make you beautiful. It’s what makes people stop to say ‘look at how confident she is showing off her skin’ and I’m not talking about any negative thing anyone says to you, I’m talking about what I tell you, what your father tells you, maybe not him but what Ayo tells you, it’s all true.

"Say what…” "Say you're the most beautiful girl in the world.” "Caspian…” He slowed to almost nothing. "Say it or I won't let you cum” "I'm…I…I'm I'm the most beautiful girl in the world." He slammed in deep and I cried out. "Louder! I can't hear you, mama." "I'm the most beautiful girl in the world!" "Good girl." His lips found my shoulder. "Now say…my body is beautiful.” "My body is…. fuck …my body is beautiful…

he smiled “I don’t blame him, after all there’s nothing attractive about me” she said and Uzor looked at her with surprise “You are a beautiful lady, why would say something like that about you” “Please don’t” she said “I'm dead serious, there’s nothing wrong with you so why condemn yourself” “I don’t know I just feel very less” she said “For a lady this beautiful you got a very low self esteem and that is strange, I'm so sorry to say”

“Hello, is anyone sitting here?” Ciara was wearing headphones, focused on reading a book when suddenly someone touched her shoulder, making her jump. She took off her headphones and turned to look at the person who had just started talking to her. It was a very handsome guy, the kind of guy that many girls nowadays like. His most attractive feature was probably his lip and ear piercings. Ciara glanced around and saw that there were still plenty of empty seats in the classroom. However, without saying anything, she closed her book, grabbed her backpack and moved it to the side, leaving an empty seat for the handsome guy.