روايات وقصص ضمن Pretty Woman Book

He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion. His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.--She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and th

Of course, I'd sound that way too, if I’d planned something for weeks only for her to get cold feet minutes before the big moment. I turned to her. She looked like she was about to scold a child; her hands on her hips, red curls bouncing as she tilted her head. “Avery, you’re overthinking this. You’re getting married in two weeks, and you’re telling me you want Jason to actually see you, right? This boudoir album is the spark you need. Trust me, men can’t resist a woman who’s confident in her own skin.” I swallowed hard, my fingers brushing the lacy edge of the black bra on the bed. It was delicate, with tiny silver accents that caught the light. The matching panties looked like they’d barel

LIV It doesn’t take us long to get back to the hotel, but instead of heading for the elevators, Justin leads me to the front desk. It’s the same gorgeous woman from earlier, and I try not to feel ugly in comparison. As if sensing my unease, Justin wraps his arm tighter around me and gives me a sexy grin. My heart races and my body suddenly longs to be naked and rubbing up against him. The effect he has on me is insane, and I love it. It’s like every part of me already belongs to him, even though he hasn’t fucked me yet.

She had no idea that this woman standing before her had anything to do with the young inmate, that she was, in fact, the very crux of the situation. However, she recognized her. She had seen her face on the back of several paperbacks, even the one that she owned. A book called Wolves at the Door, which she had picked up on impulse and quite enjoyed. Diamond had a way with words, and though her stories were strange, they never lost the coherency of narrative that kept you attached to her characters. “You're a lot stronger than the others,” Emily smirked. Her wicked smile was nothing like the cute one she displayed in her author photo. “Everyone else just collapsed when I pushed on them.”

She was a pretty woman with an average height, who seemed so sassy and girly. “Give her something unique. An outfit that radiates power and that won’t let anyone mess with her tonight.” Caleb said. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Hi there, lovelies… As you must have noticed, this book would soon be coming to an end. Is it a short story? Yeah it is. I’m definitely not going to

She always looks so forlorn even when she has a smile on her face and for a beautiful woman like herself - happiness is all she needs to feel. "Aren't you busy or something? I shouldn't bother you." She says. "I called you so you're not bothering me." I lean back in my chair. "What are you doing right now?" "Reading." She replies. "Want me to tell you the title?" "Yes." "Pride and Prejudice." "What's it about?" I ask. "I've watched the movie but somehow, I think they left out a lot of details." I listen to her as she explains what the book is all about and I close my eyes just listening to her voice which calms me. The turmoil roiling inside of me disappears and the headache I was beginning

Just from the titles of the books alone, I knew I would be put right to sleep if I tried to read a sentence or two out of any of them. God I wondered what kinda people enjoyed reading, but then looking at this lady whom I believed was the storekeeper because she really did look like it, I didn't need to wonder far. I mean, just look at her in those humongous uglyass glasses enlarging those blue eyes, in that even uglier sweater and who still wore tights? Definitely a boring book reader. "Thank goodness Wilma, you're awake" the storekeeper came in relief to the stiring and moaning lady on the floor as her eyes opened up.

I shook my head before taking out a notepad and note down the ones she needs to check next. “Check whether these books are there in the library otherwise I will get them from somewhere else.” I said passing the note which she took before standing up and walked away towards the side where the books could be. After some time she returned with just one book and mumbled, “I couldn’t find the others, Sir.” “Finally using words? Why were you silent before?” I asked looking at her but she calmly sat down. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. If there is anything else, please let me know.” She mumbled before noting down from the book she was reading earlier.

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

“I want to be loved by none other than you…” [****] “Levi Cullen…” muttering underneath her breath, Ojaswi glanced at the picture of a model. A tall figure, wearing high heels. Her body was dressed in a formal dress of black pants and a white shirt. She looked like a businesswoman. Fair skin with heavy eye make-up, she was surely a fine piece of art in the world. She took a deep breath when she compared herself with the person in the magazine. “She is indeed photogenic. No wonder why she is called the best model for photographs,” she thought deep inside.