Pretty Person Novels & Stories

he paused as he glared at me. "First, I will talk about Whitney. She is still a young girl but she has a remarkable personality and a charming aura around her. She has a lot of virtues. She is warm-hearted, polite, respectful, hardworking, and empathetic but she is also headstrong which in my opinion is also good especially when it's for a good cause," he paused and gazed at me.

So confident? "Intuition." Linda Nicole looked at Anne Jenner without any harsh emotions, she just replied, Anne Jenner only smiled, she stepped back, said: "The most beautiful is also the most dishonest, because his peach blossoms are too many. , all shapes, especially the beauties with small waists and long legs, just need to wave a finger to have a long line lined up to get on his bed, so this kind of person is hard to do. Good man." "Wow, from what you said, the person on the other end of the line must be very pretty?" Linda Nicole caught the point, for the first time she felt that Anne Jenner was a little mean.

As dull as the contaminated water stuck in the back alley. "Jasmine. Jasmine Adelaide" The smile on her lips shines even brighter. As if she heard some praise. "Wow. I am so touched that the well-known man like Lewis Morgan knew this humble name of mine" He laughed. Not because he is happy. He laughed because he is being sarcastic. "Humble you say? What a word for a person who's part of that Perfect Family" There was a frown on her face. The moment she heard the word perfect she looks her smile.

CHAPTER 21 – TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE ANITA'S POV He smiles at me, the corners of his lips curling with an expression that seems almost gentle but unsettles me even more. Closing his eyes, he inhales deeply, chest rising and falling with deliberate calm. “Okay,” he begins, voice softer than before. “I really don’t want to sound as if I’m a monster. Honestly, Anita. I don’t. I don’t want you to look at me that way.” His eyes open, locking onto mine, intense yet almost pleading. “I am actually a very, very good person. Truly. Kind. If you give me the chance—if you get to know me—you will still love me.”

She pouted, folding her arms across her chest. "Jealousy is unbecoming Andy. People remember Maeva because she treats everyone with kindness. She's funny, & smart & helpful. That's why they remember her, because she's always willing to help out others. Perhaps, instead of worrying about Maeva, or what other people think of you, you should just be yourself. Just do what makes you happy, be kind to others & be yourself. You'll attract the right people & the right attention if you do what is right. Now quit pouting & get a shower so we can go get some breakfast, I'm starving" I told her before walking out of the bathroom.

"You know your stuff, Mister River." "Okay, Alaric, your turn." Parker held up his glass. "Read me." "Rosé? It suits you. It's a wine on the quote-unquote feminine spectrum. It's a pretty pink wine that is flirty and fun! People want to be your friend even when you are not giving off that vibe. You're equal parts sweet and sarcastic with a great sense of humor. Your happy being you and charm easily attract others, friends, and admirers alike."

He pouted looking away, "Friends? Those judgemental lads would take one glance at me and consider me a freak." "Or just frighteningly intelligent which can be intimidating even for me." She added and moved closer to him, rubbing his arm. "But you'll be just fine and completely smash being among those lads because you're an incredible person, with a devastatingly intimidating brain but with a beautiful personality and if those boys have even as much as a pea in-between their head they would see it too."

“I only had time to prepare something simple on short notice. I hope you’ll like it, Miss Helen.” The entire room fell silent. Liam, known in the business world as ruthless and stone-faced, had never once shown this kind of gentleness in public. I opened the box to find a stunning custom gown, elegant and exquisite. In an instant, I recognized it. It was a one-of-a-kind piece by the designer I admired most, a masterpiece so rare it could be called priceless. Yet in this lifetime, I was meeting Liam for the very first time. I had never mentioned my tastes to anyone. Could it really be just a coincidence?

“I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.” Her pretty smile reached her eyes, crinkling just a little at the corners. I liked that she was a pretty smiler. So many of the women I dated had this idea that smiling caused wrinkles. They would offer weird lip movements instead. I liked genuine people. “Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she commented. I nodded. “I agree.” “Ah, you are a man of few words.” “I thought I was a prickly cactus?” She giggled, sounding very young. “Yes, yes, you are.”

The awkward moment was when our eyes met and we just looked at each other, before I tore my gaze away from him. I learnt that my partner's name was Peyton, but people called her Ginger, obviously because of her gorgeous hair. Ginger was indeed pretty with her red hair and tanned skin. Her bright brown eyes and the genuine smile that was always plastered on her face made her look even more prettier. She pretty much resembled the female lead from the animated movie, 'Brave.'