Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

Trying to make up for ninety-three days in this single embrace. I sob into his neck. “ You’re then. You’re really then. ” “ I’m then. God, Sarah, you feel so good. So real. ” We pull apart just enough to look at each other. Drinking in details video calls couldn't capture. The exact shade of his eyes. The way his hair falls. The small scar on his chin. The reality of him. “ You’re more beautiful than I remembered,” he says. “ How is that possible? ” I laughed through gash. “ You’re exactly as beautiful as I remembered. I allowed perhaps I was idealizing. ”

At that exact moment, another text from Maria came through. It was a photo of a property transfer agreement. The pack’s most valuable commercial real estate had been signed over to her. He said it’s my ‘honeymoon’ gift. My hand tightened around my phone, my fingers trembling. Leo had also seen Sophie’s new social media post. It was a picture of the little girl hugging a carved wooden wolf, her smile innocent and proud. The caption read: “Thank you, Daddy Albert, for carving this wolf for me with your own hands.”

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

Annoyingly right. "No, I'm... not," I argue weakly. I try to scowl but it's hard to scowl and blush at the same time. His biceps are sexy as hell and I can't stop touching them, even as we're arguing. "It's not a bad thing. It's..." He stares up at the ceiling, as if he's searching for something. "It's something... genuine. As someone who's lived in a fucking sea of fakery, someone being real is friggin refreshing." He meets my eyes, a real smile on his lips now.

Here, you can feel my heart beating just for you. "Is this really happening or am I dreaming?" She asked. I shook my head, "This is real, my dear. Do I stand a chance with you?" She seemed confused, "But I don't get it. What do you see in me? I'm neither beautiful, sexy, nor rich. There's nothing special......"

Not perfect. Not magical. Not fairytale. Just real. And real was more than enough.

As I accelerated my car really fast, I looked in the mirror again, but the car was getting slower. He doesn't know who I really am. An unbeatable street queen. Even everyone who often participates in wild racing knows me. "Why you laugh?" asked Zara suddenly. "It's nothing. I was just looking at my face in the rear view mirror. Turns out I'm beautiful." I replied with a chuckle. "Yes, Alina Soldatove does look beautiful like a royal princess." Zara replied with a chuckle. We laughed together. "Wait, did Bryan know that we were going to the village?" asked Zara again.

Her innocent face looked more mature than the last Thea remembered. "Katherine Wilkes!" The young woman whose name was called turned her head. "Oh, my! My Thea!” Kate hurried to her feet and hugged Thea. "I miss you so much. Oh my God, you're getting more and more beautiful!” as soon as her eyes landed on Thea, Kate felt like shedding tears. Her expression was much better than before and Kate wasn't lying when she said Thea was beautiful. The woman looked graceful and elegant, if she ignored her scar, Thea would be perfect even if the cold gleam in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

"We all know the real one, I mean the real feeling, the real love. Yeah, everyone may like you and would like to have a relationship with you because you are beautiful. You are all guys spek, but the real one is Brad. I really thinks he love you." "You again? Even you Ayah. What is going on? How do you know what the real love is? Because of his innocent attitude?" My voice raised up than normal. "The kiss is enough to see that. You gonna recognise a Playboy kiss from the real one." I burst out into a long last laugh. "Really?" My voice trembled from my giggled. "How will you know that? You are smarter than this Ayah. What if the real one kisses as a play boy? What am I even saying? Guys do t

Not what I planned. But mine. Real. Messy. Whole. Finally, impossibly mine.