Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

And right now i was outside her house 4:55pm patiently waiting for her to come out As soon as it hit 5pm the front door opened and the most amazing girl, Princess and future queen of black phantom royal pack I got out of the car so i can view her clearly She was wearing simple purple high waist shorts with a pink crop top that had the word prettiest princess on it her blonde hair was on a perfect pony tail she wasn't wearing any make up like the other girls do which made her even more attractive i liked seen her natural beauty " That's my girl.." i said and she blushed " You look amazing.." i complimented and she blushed again "Thank you you too.." she said and i smiled "So shall we.." i sa

He was no less charming than some child models. Next to Dad sat a young woman. She was not exceptionally beautiful, but she was remarkably fair. She had that trendy pale complexion, radiant and smooth. Even though her facial features were not particularly refined or striking, her glowing fair skin elevated her attractiveness from a five to an eight. However, Linda's demeanor was entirely different from what Paige had imagined. Perhaps influenced by some TV dramas, Paige expected mistresses to be enchanting and calculating. Yet, Linda, fair and tender, gazed at them warmly with a gentle smile.

Each woman's outfit choice reflected their style and personality, making them a captivating and remarkable sight. In contrast, Gloria radiated a different kind of beauty. While her outfit was simple —blue jeans and a white T-shirt —her natural beauty shone through. The simplicity of her innocent smile enhanced her allure, making her effortlessly stunning. Her hair, styled in loose waves cascading down her back, added a touch of effortless glamour. Her bra straps occasionally peeked through her shoulder straps, and she did not seem to mind. Her breasts appeared ideally encased in her bra and shaped over her t-shirt, giving her a subtly confident aura.

and Ruby looked in the direction they ran to see a woman standing there with a smile on her face. The woman looked not a day over forty, but she was sure she was more than that. She was oozing of class from head to toe with her pink suit and skirt, and a black bag that probably cost more than all her clothes combined. Her hair shone and her lips looked like they had been corrected by some kind of surgery, but it was natural. She was a real beauty. Of course, Cameron was beautiful when he came out from a woman like that. She walked to them as Summer and Spring started to point at her.

“Pregnant?”, Carol Hudson scoffed, her thin lips , beady small eyes, bulbous nose and high arched eyebrows portraying the cruelty of her personality. “That must be another of that repulsive woman’s ploys to get back to my son. That barren, diseased hideous woman suffering from PCOS can never become pregnant. What kind of a doctor are you, to fall for the tricks of a patient?”

I lifted it and tapped the side. "Young lady?" the woman said, color blushing her cheeks. She was what my son would call a MILF. She was my age, a mature woman with a great figure and a gorgeous face. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, and the t-shirt she wore cupped her ample bosom. She had on a pair of yoga pants that hugged her sleek thighs, and I bet it made her ass look amazing. "Me?" "You," I said. "As young as my wife and just as pretty."

“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 was stopped in my tracks when I spotted a very fashionable woman cause a scene at the cafe on the ground floor of our building. All I can do is watch the woman walks passed me, after finally getting what she wanted and going into the building oozing with so much confidence that I can't help but be overawed by her presence. She reminds me of all the spoiled brats that I encountered in my life. It has been almost three years since I stopped living that kind of life. It’s been almost three years since I left the life that I grew up with behind.

her voice takes on a saccharine sweet tone, “we just didn’t want you to be concerned. He’s all the way in California and there was no reason to worry you. You know how pinched your face gets when you’re worried. We can’t have you getting frown lines.” Of course, the concern is whether or not I’ll get wrinkles, and not that keeping me in the dark could be a risk to my safety. Heaven forbid anything happen to my pretty face. No, I’m not being conceited. I’m a world-famous supermodel and have been told how beautiful I am for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I wish I weren’t pretty. I wonder what life would be like if I were plain. Would people take me more seriously if they didn’t see me as

She’s wearing makeup today, which tells me she must have had meetings with suppliers. In one of our many conversations, my Princess confided in me that she feels like she’s not taken seriously by people outside her family’s company. They look at her and see a young lady and not the smart, intelligent worker she is. Ruby has started using makeup to make herself look more mature. Today, she’s wearing red lipstick, as red as her heels, and has her hair in a twist. It makes her look sultry and gives her a femme fatale vibe. My woman is a goddess. Incomparable. Thankfully, she doesn’t walk around, or I’m sure she would cause collisions at every intersection.