Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

For the life of them, they could not understand how a penniless man like him could be with such a elegant and beautiful woman. The women, on the other hand, were experiencing unparalleled shock. The woman before them was refined and elegant, and not to mention having an appearance that was completely out of scale. One could tell with a single glance that she was a person of wealth and high status. "Fair, rich and beautiful" could not even come close to doing such a lady justice. In contrast, women like themselves could only be relegated to the "plain Janes" category.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

She rolls her eyes again, and she’ll feel the sting of my hand on her ass. My eyes are glued to her as she squirms out of her jeans and pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in a tiny pair of lace panties. Her tits are perky and perfect, and her hard nipples are making my jaw ache with the need to wrap my mouth around them. She gives me a sexy little smile before pulling her panties off. I groan when I see her bald, wet pussy, making her smile even bigger as she parts her thighs to give me a teasing look at her little virgin cunt. “See something you like?” she purrs, evidently feeling emboldened by the effect she’s having on me.

, Cheap'. Damon stared at the young lady, her blond hair her skin was flawless, so petite, the make up on her face made her look so innocent, she had average curves in the right places but she looks so fragile so much that it would make any man but him feel the need to protect him. She had really grown up, she had become quite a beauty but not enough to catch his attention, she can't be compared to his wifey who was original in everyway.

I don't even know what I'm doing at this point but I'm so damn curious about who this woman is and it's killing me. I slide my finger on the iPad and through the G****e results until one photo appears and the corner of my lips lifts up. There you are. There's a picture of her in her motorcycle and Keith's words replay in my mind. I haven't even met her yet I can recognize her. Looking at the iPad's screen, I find myself too immersed in this. Her hair is long and black, bringing out her blue eyes. She looks unique and exotic, perhaps that's why people recognize her easily.

With each stroke of mascara and smooth swipe of lipstick, my alter ego emerges, ready to face Im Yuna. As I step into Bookstore Pearl Media, nostalgia envelops me, reviving memories of countless hours spent among shelves stacked with literary treasures. The soft glow of floor lamps and plush armchairs creates a warm ambiance, making me feel instantly at home. Seated in the elegant lounge area, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, I await Im Yuna, fidgeting with the documents in my hand. Suddenly, the door swings open, and a striking young woman walks in. Her raven-black hair cascades down her back, framing a heart-shaped face and piercing brown eyes. Im Yuna's poised demeanor and effo

I rubbed my sore neck before raising my head to look around me. To my surprise, Ms. Vale was still at work. The blue light cast by her computer monitor illuminated her face, making her look a little pale. I couldn't help but study Ms. Vale's face again. She really was a looker. She had a pretty tall nose with long eyelashes and big, beautiful eyes. Her face looked quite delicate too. Why didn't I realize how pretty she was in the past? Did I seriously order such a beautiful woman around and make her slave her days away?

The image of Ishtar continued to pop on my head, and I tried to make that description as light as possible. I seemed to be delaying their work with my back and forth. "The lady in question is about five foot five to five foot seven tall. She's…slender, yet curvy. Skin white as milk and…a pretty smile that reaches her eyes. She's…sophisticated, effortlessly beautiful. Black, wavy hair. Plum lips and a cute demeanor, almost like a kitten. She's…agile most of the time and funny, too. Great sense of humor…" I rambled on, a smile finding its way to my lips. "Oh, her cooking skills are to die for, literally. She should not be allowed in kitchens. She sings in the bathroom, too, melodious tunes for

They came straight to my office. It was lunchtime, and the lobby was packed. As I walked out, I ran into Peter and Lisa. They were accompanied by reporters. "Look! That's Cindy!" Peter shouted. "She bullied my pregnant wife!" he continued, his voice rising. "You tell me, what kind of young woman behaves so shamelessly? "She drives a luxury car, lives in a fancy house, and wears designer clothes. How did she even afford all that?" He pointed at me, his face twisted in anger.

“I’m just kidding. You’re one of the nicest people I know. That’s why… I didn’t know if you were just saying that to be nice or if you really meant it. It’s okay if you tell me the truth, Ryan. I mean, if you don’t think I’m pretty, that would put you in the same category as every other male in Barryville, except for my dad, I guess, and if you do, then I’m not going to assume you’re declaring your undying love for me. I know we’re just friends.” Ryan’s eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and Beth could see the wheels spinning in his mind. With each passing second, she braced herself for her best friend to tell her that she was plain, mediocre, homely, or something less stinging—like ‘ki