Pretty Person Mga Nobela at Kwento

he replied. Kian has won my respect for an array of reasons. His resourcefulness and unwavering positivity have consistently attracted my interest and respect, in addition to his outstanding appearance. It's easy for people to dismiss him as merely a gorgeous face, yet beyond that façade is a daring and untamed persona.

I pretended to be innocent . " Yep and he became more handsome, " Meerab giggled . " Astagfirullah Meerab , he is our non mahram " I scolded her . No I am not jealous but she always takes our deen very lightly and I get scared for her sometimes . " But he has an amazing personality " she spoke this time a little calmly . I smile . She is right , Humza is a kind of a person who makes the saddest person happiest in a blink . He has the sweetest and fun loving aura .

They get off on my bimbo act, and I get off on taking their money. It’s a win-win. Besides, I’m genuinely sweet to them. My curvy but petite body combined with my ginger hair and pretty face is more than enough to draw them in, but my sparkling personality keeps them coming back again and again. I win just as many tips with kind words as I do flaunting my plump breasts, flat tummy, and juicy ass. I know how to chat these guys up just enough to make them feel wanted but keep them at arms’ length so they’re always wanting more. I thrill them with my spicy side and enchant them with the girlfriend experience. I make them feel welcomed and appreciated. I listen to their troubles and encourage th

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

I spot Peppy the ex almost instantly and the sickening feeling returns; not by her physical appearance but more so about how I treated her last night, and the anticipation as to how she'll treat me today. I wish she wasn't so pretty, she has that kind of slim but strong body that makes me want to work harder at the gym, or actually start going on a more regular basis. Poppy and I have many debates about these types of girls who portray their image as 'just woke up' when you know it's at least an hours work alongside their regular upkeep from various doctors. I say let people do what they like but be honest about it, while Poppy tends to debate that it's no-ones business what's natural and

If she wants to kill someone, she should do it privately. In other words, I'm doomed. This woman is planning to kill me privately. Persia looked at me with those smiles that aren't sincere and replied. “I'm sorry, I was just curious about it so I couldn't help but ask but if you can't say it, then it's okay.” I, who could see through the lies and disguise of this person, couldn't help but laugh inwardly as I nodded my head ‘timidly’ making me appear more ‘soft’ and ‘weak’ in front of everyone.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

"Yea, of cause" "Oh okay, just wanted to make sure i was talking to the right person" She joked about which I laughed to "Well let me show you around" She offered with a smile which revealed her beautiful set of white teeth and her blonde silky hair matched her skin colour, she was really pretty, now i get what people mean by korean beauty. EMILY'S POV "Hey watch it, newbie" I heard someone say as I mistakenly bumped into the person while text walking, it was a girl cause i noticed the dark curly long hair

Everyone knows that girl who is just unfairly beautiful. On top of that, she's the kindest, sweetest, most genuine person you'll ever meet. She's hopeful and optimistic. Everyone wants to be around her because she makes them feel like the most important person in the world, even if thirty people are surrounding her. Even if you're in a line-up of people vying for her attention, you feel like you matteraround her. And she's wholesome and perfect and anyone who hurts her is showing what a piece of trash they are because it's like kicking a puppy or murdering a baby unicorn. You know that girl, right? That perfect girl? That beautiful and kind and amazing girl?

His dimpled smile had always caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I eagerly clicked on the post. The photo that greeted me was pure perfection. Tyler stood in the middle of the school's soccer field, surrounded by a group of friends. The vibrant green of the grass complemented their radiant smiles, instantly making me wish I had been a part of that joyful moment. I'm in awe of his face. Why is he so appealing? Tyler has deep gray eyes, thick, flawlessly groomed eyebrows, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. He also has gorgeous dirty blonde hair. Tyler had a way of making every picture seem effortless, his charisma shining through without any noticeable