Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

Anita complimented and I thought she also looked great. She stood in her early forties and she looked twenty two, she was a beautiful tall woman dressed in a purple dress which hugged her body beautifully, and it looked like something in the collection which was named an FEMALE ICON'S EDITION. I was going to get something for Mariana, Sophie, my mum and even Bonnie from the collection. They were all just spectacular.

Jacob picked a beauty with a delicate, petite face for himself. Wilson continued to drink alone, showing no interest in the women at all. Jacob took it upon himself to leave a fair-skinned, chestnut-haired beauty for Wilson. The woman sat beside Wilson, and her voice was soft and soothing, to the point of almost intoxicating. "Mr. Quade, you're even more handsome and attractive than in the finance magazines." Wilson looked at her lazily and said, "You're prettier than you look on screen." The woman blushed. "Have you seen my web series, Mr. Quade?"

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Natasha's POV "Hello, Mrs. Fenrir," a woman approached me. She looks so pretty with her color pink hair. She also looks so stylish and fun with her pullover outfit. I smiled at her. She seems easy and fun but at the same time, she looks so sophisticated. I can't explain it but all I can say is she's really so pretty. "Please call me Natasha," I told her. "You are so beautiful. Just looking at you already gave me so many ideas on what look to do," she commented.

They were the only people in the bathroom. However, as soon as the woman walked out, Dexie’s eyes unconsciously turned towards her. Her hands stopped moving, and she stopped applying makeup. Could there be a woman like her? She looked so charming and pure, and she behaved with a sense of innocent charm. Her facial features were perfectly exquisite, and her demeanor was unique. Even though she was wearing a simple black dress and a gray fur coat, she quickly caught attention. Despite Dexie’s gender, her appearance captivated her.

Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all. We walked over to the table, and as we got closer, I saw there was already someone sitting there—a really pretty girl who looked like she could be in a magazine or one of those fashion ads on TV. She had smooth, dark brown skin that looked soft and glowing, and her hair was done in long, neat braids that fell perfectly over her shoulders. She wore a light purple sweater with small sparkles on it, paired with ripped jeans and white sneakers. Everything about her screamed confidence and style, like she knew exactly how to look good without even trying.

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

Some students in the front rows even rubbed their eyes in disbelief. "Isn't that the woman Dominic called a thug in the hallway last year?" "Oh, my God. She's actually the president of Kingsfield University." "She's incredible. Her aura is unreal." I stepped up to the microphone and slowly swept my gaze across the audience. I spotted Dominic in a corner. He looked gaunt and worn. His hair was unkempt, and his eyes darted about nervously. He looked like someone who wanted nothing more than to disappear. "Students." My cool voice carried through the speakers to every corner of the field.

An outsider couple has come into the slums, they're about in the late '20s of age. The man was average in looks, yet have warm and gentle air that surrounds him. The body has a trace of physical training, a typical appearance for a good guy who protects justice. The woman was quite good looking, her alluring natural beauty will captivate anyone even without using any make-up. Her short light brown hair, sparkling amber eyes, tender lips always arching with a sweet smile are giving off an air of gentle flower around her. Just by glance, you can tell she's a perfect mother figure and kindhearted one.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"