Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

The woman was beautiful, her heart shape face fit her small stature perfectly with big blue eyes, pink lips, high cheeks bones and perfectly blonde hair; like a Malibu Barbie doll. Because of her meek nature and her prefect characteristics suited for a female lead, the fact that she was beautiful made up for the fact that she was poor and unsuited for the rich, upper class life of wealthy socialites. Many men found themselves drawn to her pretty looks and dainty manners, and Stephan Harper was no different.

Her admiration dripped from her words, “I wish to make her my role model.” “You are correct.” The older woman said nodding her head, “She is brilliant, rich and has a rich husband. I thought she would be like all those sucked up brat but she is different. She is a likeable person.” Justin's lips curled in an unconscious smile even when he caught himself smiling, he didn't wipe the smile off his face. “I dare say that, Sir Romero Kingsley is a lucky man to have such a girl by his side.” The man said.

** You know that one girl? Everyone knows a girl like her. It seems like she's unfair, like everything about her is just... perfect. All of the words that describe a pretty girl apply to her. She's cute and adorable and beautiful and sexy. Her nose scrunches when she laughs and her eyes go wide when she's shocked or scared. Her smile could end wars. Everyone knows that girl who is just unfairly beautiful.

she replied. She had some wicked curves. She wasn't a tall stick figure like half the women he usually met. Instead she was petite, very rounded with the kind of full curves, generous hips and lush breasts revealed in the tight singlet she was wearing. She wasn't putting on anything fashionable but still his heart pick up its pace and his recently dormant cock came awake in his pants. The woman was sexy in a way that women didn't seem to allow themselves to be sexy anymore. Her looks, however, merely started the fire in his gut. Her untouchable, out-of-place demeanor stoked it until it almost engulfed him.

"Yes, aunt. No, I'm not pregnant. It's just fat. I didn't kill anyone. I didn't make myself short, God did. If you have an issue with my height, face him! I'm beautiful! Fat, or not! If you don't want to see me, close your eyes! "I yell at her and grab my clothes off the floor. " Oh, my! Are you talking to me, young lady!? Do you have any idea how much people prefer your brother to you!? You're a girl and you can't even make an impact in the modeling world.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

"Don't look at me like that, don't roll your eyes. You're married to an important man. Do you have any idea what that means?" "Lucero, all of that is just an act and an image," I whispered to her. "Miss... You can't come in. Please, you have to leave," I turned around, trying to find where the commotion was coming from. "Please, you have to go." Lucero got up from the couch and stood in front of me, protecting me from the woman who had approached us. "Here she is!" the woman said. I stepped aside to face her. The woman looked at me intently. Her blonde hair suggested that she was the typical heartbroken girl, unlike her cousin. Her long, slender legs amazed anyone and made them want to see w

Just great… Do people around here barge into his office however they want? “I'm…” she stutters when I quickly retract my hand, staring at the woman awkwardly. The lady looks elegant. She's in a black, straight dress that obviously costs a dime. If I were to guess her age, she wouldn't be older than me by far. She's gorgeous, I won't lie. For a moment there, I feel jealous. She looks like the kind of woman with a status…Gavin’s type maybe?

She just explains without minding. William's eyebrows raise, kinda happy that she doesn't reply with short words - Hum or Yes or no. " Okay!" He smiles, glancing at her. She looks beautiful in black shirt, honestly. The curves, the way the shirt has kissed her skin, it's unavoidable. She doesn't wear the usual humble and innocent look on her face. She looks graceful, strong and high self-esteem. She used to avoid wearing hills, but now she wears hills and walks like a model. A beautiful, graceful Plus-size model who knows what makes her beautiful and confident.