Pretty Person Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was just that he was a very different type of person. JD believed that there were two types of people in the world – one who lived life honestly, in their deeds, in their expression, in their talks. Such people would laugh only at jokes that were funny, they would smile only when they were happy. They would help others without expecting anything in return, would only take what they deserved, would always split the bill evenly after dinner with a friend. This is the type of person JD had always tried to be.

“I tried.” “That’s what you look like to everyone,” Darrion smiled. “And people like that about you. Not to mention your heroic personality that always try to help people. That’s a gem to most people, you know? And that’s also what I see in you. You’re also a good person. That’s why I stick with you.”

"Sure, polite. Got it." She dressed deliberately. Her softest black tank hugged her curves like silk, showing the arch of her waist and the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with snug jeans that framed her hips and long legs. Her dark curls were tamed into a high ponytail that bounced with every step. She bit her lip in the mirror, spritzed the faintest vanilla-amber perfume on her neck, and smiled. She wasn’t just going to drop off herbs. She was going to be seen.

she smiled pretty aunt : tell me who is that brat stolen your heart me : he is a friend of mine to be frank I'm not even eligible to call him friend but he is such a sweet person made me as his friend but selfish me was not satisfied with it and craving for more pretty aunt : many lovers were once upon friends dear me : but he is someone I can't even dream of standing beside him pretty aunt : why so me : he is rich, handsome more than all these he is a kindhearted, sweet and warm person even if he is not rich or handsome with other three qualities anyone can fall for him

Although she looks confused, she answered my question patiently. "She is prettier than me then." I said unconsciously. "No, madam. She looks pretty because of all the things she has on her body and also her makeup. But you are totally different from her. You are pretty. You look very simple and you always wear that smile. You can be liked by any person around you because they can feel comfortable with you easily. You shouldn't compare yourself with anyone. Sir Park chose you because he saw something in you that maybe even you cannot see. I like you madam and for me you are prettier than anyone. Please never compare yourself with others."

But give me a chance to explain, okay? What I want to say is... looks aren't everything, yes if you are pretty, that's good but if you aren't by the social scale, then it doesn't have to be a bad thing. May be pretty people get things easier, but if their personality s*cks then their life does too. But when you have the inner beauty, people will love you, no matter how you look. Your fragrance will spread like the spring blossom. So, just be patient, and wait till people get the chance to come close to you. If one comes then hundreds will follow. No need to feel like sh*t about those stupid things.

“Yeah, sure.” Mr. Peterson nodded back, already looking at something on his computer like he had a million things to do. “Good. Don’t take all day.” He dismissed me. I walked out of his office and spotted Jordan leaning against a desk, casually talking to one of the secretaries. That was the thing about Jordan—he was always around the ladies, always laughing and making them smile. It wasn’t in a weird way, though. He just had this natural charm, like he actually listened when people talked and knew how to make them feel comfortable.

"No one but me has the right to make fun of her, No-One. Don't ever do that again." His piercing gaze froze the atmosphere and Kraim's arm instinctively retracted. His power to inspire fear in others was on another level but this time his motivation delighted Freya and Mercy who smiled. "Easy... It was just a joke..." "People die for a joke too. Anyway, your proposal is interesting so let's get to the point: how much can you pay me?" Zuri jumped and squeezed his arm, everyone looked at him with incomprehension.

What he said to me exactly was: “If you left me to die, the community would have gotten a new boss who will be better than me no matter what. It was a wonderful opportunity that presented itself and you didn’t take it, why?” “Because I am a decent human being and I can watch someone die when I can do something about it.” “We don’t really have the decency thing in common.” And then I saw him smile. Mr. Pérez just told a fucking joke and I wish I got it on video or recording or anything else. Wish I got it and play it to Liam. “Thank you.” I told him he was welcome and resisted to ask that what was bring about this change and well, tell him that his dimples needed to be making more appearances

"So, you want to talk about it? " I take in a deep breathe and tell him what I think. "He's so handsome but he's got some shitty personality. I know I'm not the judgemental type but Kenny he's rude. He's got this amazing silver eyes that one can look at for hours. Perfect jet black hair, perfect chiseled jaws, straight nose, plump lips, amazing muscles that look like its gonna tear his suit apart and he's so tall. So so so tall and_____"