Ran The Peerless Beauty Novels & Stories

“It’s magical.” “It is the masterpiece of this store’s owner,” the clerk explains. “She has designed many exquisite dresses, but rumor has it that this dress is the best she could ever come up with it. The dress is perfect and it requires a lady whose beauty is perfect to properly wear it. Many have tried, but none could ever properly wear it. It’s called the Treasure of the Store, the most valuable dress of this store’s designer, and she hangs it here, patiently waiting for a woman with a perfect beauty to wear it.”

There, especially Anna Mesia, she saw that Sweet Pea was extremely beautiful, wearing the limited dress that she liked the most, jealousy and envy rose in her heart. The old lady walked in front of Nanie and Anna Media and said: "Hello, ma'am, I'm Brene Brian's grandmother..." Nanie smiled reluctantly and took the old lady's hand: "Hello, everyone, please come inside." Nanie told the servant to wake Beckham Mesia up, then everyone went into the house together, Anna Mesia stared at Sweet Pea, when the two of them passed, she even whispered into his ear. Sweet Pea: "Lin Sweet Pea, you are very good, you can marry into a rich family, are you still deliberately flaunting your prestige?"

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

The deep-v cutting of her vintage dress only served to accentuate her unbelievable beauty. Common sense would dictate that a woman like her had the best chance in living her best life. She must have it all—men, wealth, status. Things she could easily get with her god-given beauty alone. But she looked so removed from such a stereotype right now, especially when one looked at the fog of grief and desolation hovering over her head like a mourning veil. She was Shaelyn Peach. Or rather, whatever was left of that husk—her soul seemed to have left her already.

Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, the kind of confidence that comes from never wanting for anything. I slow down when I hear her talking to security. "I'm looking for Nathaniel Cole," she's saying. "He should be at this party, right?" My pulse quickens. Why is she looking for Nath? I walk over. "Excuse me, I know Nathaniel Cole. I'm Mike." She turns with a brilliant smile. "Oh, wonderful! I'm Beauty. I've been trying to find him." "I know Nathaniel very well," I say carefully. "But may I ask who you are and why you're looking for him?"

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

My dad shot me a firm glare to let me know that he didn’t appreciate my being late, but mom took the wine bottle from my hand, and kissed my cheek. Lisa must have already known about dad’s plan, and stood up as I made my way to my seat. She was dressed in the finest silk dress money could buy, with the longest silver heels that made me question if she could truly walk in them. Around her neck was a brilliant diamond choker, and more diamonds glittered on her fingers. But those jewels that money could buy wasn’t enough to make her strike me as beautiful. Not in the way I imagined I’d find my mate to be. She stepped forward and greeted me with a kiss on my cheek, but her lips were mundane and

"I don't think I am presentable enough for those kinds of events, Andrew. And I wouldn't have anything to wear and..." "And? We can go shopping together, and have you seem yourself? You are beautiful." Jasmine said nothing, as a bit of heat flushed across her cheeks. She caught herself looking up to Zane again. This time, he seemed to be packing up and she gave a low sigh. "I will think about it." Andrew nodded. "We are going together, right?" Jasmine shrugged, then slowly stood up, her eyes fixed on Zane. He stood up too, and lifted his eyes to her. They met in one electrifying gaze, and she felt it again.