Pretty Things Novels & Stories

Mig's POV💎 Arrrrgh ! Why does she have to be damn attractive..I mean she's exactly my type, i like ladies who gat more flesh..She's beautiful with nice curves and i found myself staring at her while we were having breakfast, her deep black eyes glistened,her lips looked more pink than it was yesterday,her face is starting to regain it's color. Her black hair had a gloss to it even without applying hair lotion...and her hair is so long that it spreads on her shoulder down to her waist..

Aime walked towards the dresser and saw some makeup items, blush, some pins and a red-colored lipstick, quite flashy and ordinary. "What is this?, look at this color ewwwww, I would never wear something like this, it's super ordinary, I don't understand what are all these things doing here, maybe they thought this would be your room and decided to buy you some stuff, but definitely the person who did it has a pretty slutty taste to say prostitutable".

he said, kissing under her ear to avoid messing up her makeup. He sensed her perfume, and it was pleasing to his senses. “What is that wonderful scent, Pretty Lady?” He asked, inhaling her essence. “It’s Creed Wind Flowers. I bought it at the spa,” she said, glad that he liked it. “Come, my Pretty Lady, let me take you for breakfast. I can’t wait til the paparazzi see my arm candy!” He said, smiling at her as they started down the stairs together. They went to Little Collin’s restaurant and both of them enjoyed Creame Brûlée French toast with caramelized apples and pecans. Jada really enjoyed the treat, savoring every bite.

It had green decorations and it smelled good, it was a 10 points presentation. Before ordering, she decided to read the menu carefully, although she wanted something simple and to have on the go. There were many interesting drinks with extravagant names, Liz found it funny, she loved trying new things. As there were not many people waiting in line, the cashier was extra patient with Liz and her questions about ingredients. She was a cute girl with the two front locks of her hair dyed pink and she was carrying a little pin of a bisexual flag on her uniform. Liz was a nice and natural flirter and thought the cashier was totally into her after talking for a few seconds with her.

"Open it and have a look. Even though I know that you may find it unimportant, you should still take it and keep it." Ainayya gets curious. He didn't know what Bara had given him. Slowly, Nayya opened the contents of the box and how surprised she was when she saw a luxury Apple cell phone and a black credit card. "Nayya can't use this luxury cellphone and credit card. Nayya thinks this is not needed because everything Nayya needs is already here." Although it's nice to see a luxury cellphone like the one Vina often shows off to her. Nayya still refuses because she doesn't know how to use it at all.

"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.

Embarrassed! That's the only word to describe how I am feeling at this moment. My hair is sticky from the fizzy foam of Tanya's spiked lemonade. She's ruined the silver halter dress that Model Perfect had me wear. I know I saw cameras and phones landing on me at that party. My phone beeps and buzzes with the sounds of a thousand judgmental comments. I open it and my cat fight has already gone viral with the title, "Model Perfect's Imperfect Princess Accepts a Modeling Challenge While Getting Baptized by Lemonde." I read a few of the comments.

Jessica wore a black, peplum style dress, black stilettos, a chunky white pearl necklace, a white pearl bracelet, and had her strawberry blond hair up in a low bun with bangs. He smiled at her and stood up while saying, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? You look beautiful.” She sighed, while rolling her eyes, and said, “I hate this dress. I look terrible.” He walked from behind his desk, stood in front of her with his arms out, and said, “You look amazing.” She scoffed and said, “Ugh you always say that, but you know it's not true.” He grabbed her while saying, “Why isn’t it true, you look so beautiful.” She sighed, saying, “You’re too much Beau. You know I look hideous.” He said, “You don’

Everything became real. Not in a heavy way. Not overwhelming. But clear. Focused. Intentional. Amelia placed her phone down slowly before walking toward the garment bag. Her fingers brushed against the fabric before she unzipped it carefully. Inside. Was exactly what she expected. Nothing excessive. Nothing loud. Just… precise. A tailored outfit, structured perfectly, the kind that didn’t beg for attention but held it anyway. The fabric was smooth, the lines sharp, every detail deliberate. Power, without trying too hard.

she says excitedly. Ella takes the dress with an exaggerated sigh. It truly was beautiful. It came just above her knees and fit her form perfectly. Ella looked in the mirror and was stunned. She had never worn a dress before, never having time to do anything but study. Lilly grabs a pair of strapped gold sandals and hands them to Ella. “Now for the fun part,” Lilly says holding her make up bag. Ella rolls her eyes, “Seriously Lilly that’s not necessary, I’m just going as kind of a back up if you need me,” Ella says.