Peerless Beauty Novels & Stories

Oh my gosh "You're smart and you're beautiful,you were beautiful when you wore turtlenecks and skirts, when you wore blazers and vests, even now that you wear jeans and crop tops,you look stunning,how easy you blush and how you're blushing as I'm saying this to you,i love it and i love you,Alexis.this wasn't how i planned to confess my feelings,but Jasmine isn't here with my gift so" he chuckled sheepishly "You mean this one?" I bought out the necklace

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

I watch as she removes her makeup and I wonder why this is important. I am distracted by her motions as she gradually reveals her natural beauty, and I am enraptured by her. Then she turns around and tucks her fringe to the side revealing her entire face to me. She is absolutely beautiful, her pale skin is blemish free, despite her heavy use of foundation, and she has signs of sleep deprivation around her eyes. At first that is all I can see which is concerning to me, but then the light catches something and I realise the truth.

She was lucky she had dressed properly even if it wasn’t that formal. After all, it wasn’t her apparel that made her alluring—unlike Rhea. It was her breath-taking beauty that was absolutely captivating and enchanting. She still looks beautiful even if she carries a child. She still radiates a strong sex appeal due to her hourglass-shaped body. She still looks fresh even if she had just recently experienced loss. Even if she was still in bereavement, she still manages to put on a sweet and innocent-looking smile in her porcelain face.

"We learned three new songs and I—" "Mrs. Von Dame," Hope's teacher, Ms. Pepper, called. She wore a long-sleeved, yellow sundress with white daisy prints that complimented her dark skin and black curly hair. She still had a youthful glow to her, having just graduated college. Rowena stood up, patting down her clothes. "It's just miss. Not missus." "Oh," She gave a polite smile. "Yes, my apologies. May I speak with you privately in the classroom?"

‘‘The absolute nerve,’’ she muttered under her breath, treading carelessly on any weed or flower that dared cross her path, the clean air invading her faculties, clearing the cobwebs and dust of gossip from the nethermost corners. Exercise, she noted, always did one good. Time became open then, unoffending in the expanse of the rugged landscape as she followed the trail with determined strides ever upwards, towards an outlook she loved best. And there, where craggy boulders stood like broken teeth against the cool horizon, she shuddered suddenly as a gust of wind wrapped its probing tentacles around the thick wool of her shawl.

The black pearls were so rich and when the diamonds shone, it gave the pearls a surreal depth. My mouth dropped open. It was inventive. Unique. Stunning and spectacular. There was nothing else like it in the world. She cleverly called it a ‘back-less’, since it adorned the back as opposed to the neck. “I…I have no words,” Hazel said beside me. I agreed. And this was only the first design? I knew I was up against the best of the best, but I don’t think I fully understood what that meant until now.

Pay. She knew he didn’t truly appreciate her in that moment, when she heard him call another woman beautiful. Tess had a beautiful face, full lips and hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were shaped with a nice arch, she always had her nails done. She had hair that sat just a little below her shoulders a deep brown almost black but it was very curly and a little frizzy. The biggest problem was she had heard since high school how beautiful she was for a big girl, or if she lost a little weight she’d look perfect. The years went by and the number that different people deemed she needed to lose increased as time went on.

Matching earrings dangled from her ears, framing her face and adding a touch of glimmer to her every expression. Hazel’s hair was a work of art in itself, styled into an intricate updo that showcased the graceful curve of her neck. Tendrils of hair framed her face, softening the lines of her features and adding a touch of whimsy to her otherwise polished look. A single jeweled hairpin nestled amidst the dark waves, adding a subtle touch of glamour to her ensemble. Pearl was amazed by her work, but she knew all she did was light work, as Hazel was already a very beautiful lady, a rare beauty she hadn't seen in years.

The middle-aged woman chuckled, a sound like a young girl experiencing her first love. She was beautiful, playful, charming, elegant—various contrasting qualities perfectly manifested in her. It seemed natural and unforced, emitting an indescribable charm with every frown and smile as if possessing an innate and unique allure that almost mesmerized everyone. She was truly deserving of the title 'Peerless Beauty'. She was Hazel Duncan, the eldest daughter of the Duncan family in the North.