Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

Absolutely perfect. ~The End~

'' I add, the words slowly coming out of my mouth—realising that most of it is true. ''I am myself when I'm with you. You bring out the best of me because you were just perfectly made that way . . . your beautiful blue eyes, your pink rosy cheeks and oh, don't get me started when you laugh, you're like an angel. You're real and I want us to be real, too.'' I focus onto her eyes which she does the same, making me lost unintentionally.

Instead, I searched more. No one ever wanted me for the real me. Women threw themselves at me for money, power, status, or simply just sex. No one had ever made me nervous until she came. No one has ever made my heart beat faster, and no one has ever made my stomach flutter with butterflies. She's so mesmerising with her soft, delicious features. Her innocent green-blue eyes. Her high cheekbones and dimples when she smiles. And her smile – god, her smile is the most beautiful thing ever.

Just watching, and trying to let the watching be okay. At home, she hung the dress on her door. Took a picture, sent it to Grayson: Blue. Not trying. His response came fast: Perfect. You're perfect. She typed back: I'm not. But I'm trying to be real. That's different. Real is better than perfect, he sent. Real is what I'm coming home to.

Let's start that business. No reply yet—Arya was probably swamped. Serena tucked her phone away, flagged a cab, and gave the address. She didn't get back till dusk, drained. Just as she pulled out her keys—ding. Elevator doors opened. Vincent stepped out, all smiles. "Serena, where've you been?" She stared at that dumb smile. "I went by the spot where we 'got married.' Thought I'd snap a few pics. But guess what? It's just an empty lot now. You know anything about that?"

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

The sense of two people who had looked at the full truth of each other — the complicated, costly, imperfect truth — and had chosen it anyway. Every day. By choice. "Yes," I said. He turned to look at me fully. "Yes to the garden," I said. "Yes to the words. Yes to all of it." I held his gaze. "Yes to you." Something in his expression did the thing it did — the thing that had no professional quality to it, the thing that arrived only when he was not managing anything, the thing that was simply him looking at me and not trying to be anything other than present.

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.

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

"Why wouldn't I be real?" "Because she thinks I flex a lot about you. And you're too perfect to be real", she laughs. "Well, she's not wrong either", she leans back to the seat, tilting her head at me. "Remember the night— when we met at that club. I couldn't believe you were real. I still can't believe it" Our eyes deeply connect as I slowly decrease the gap between our faces. Her soft-warm breath fills my chest. "In that case, my love, I'm not real", as I say, she furrows her eyebrows, making me smile at how adorable she looks. "But I'm all yours"