Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

“Tell me something true, Marcus. Just one thing. Was any of it real? Or was I always the exit strategy like the files said?” Marcus reached for her again. This time she let him. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks like he could wipe away the damage. “It started as a plan. I will not lie to you anymore. But somewhere along the way it became real. You became real. The way you look at me. The way you touch me. The way you chose me even when you knew everything. That is real. That is the only real thing I have left.”

'' 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.

There is only him. Only the steady brown of his eyes, the slight crease between his brows when he is determined. “You are real to me,” he says, voice steady, unwavering. “That’s all that matters.” The words hit harder than any system notification ever did. There is no glow, no sparkle, no dramatic sound effect. Just truth. You are real to me. My throat tightens painfully. For so long, I measured reality by external confirmation. By flashing text. By audible cues.

"This party, this dress, this whole elaborate celebration, none of it is really you, is it?" She looked around the room like she was seeing it for the first time. The excess, the waste, the sheer overwhelming luxury of it all. "I don't know anymore," she whispered. "I do." I stepped closer to her. "The real you is the woman who just wrote a three-thousand-dollar check to protect her mother's memory, even though she hates her father for abandoning her. The real you is someone who's been carrying impossible burdens and still manages to be kind and funny and brilliant. The real you is someone I wish I'd been allowed to fall in love with."

He cupped her face and locked her eyes to his. “But wonderful things don’t always remain beautiful,” he whispered. “Frenzo..” “You know what sucks? It’s the feeling of being one of the wealthiest men in the world, but no amount of money could ever buy what I really want. ” “I love you, Shane. There’s no shit in that but we have to face the facts. These butterflies that I have inside my stomach since the very first day I saw you never ceased. I still feel the same way as I do from that very first day.”

“Real women have curves, baby, and you are a real woman.” He growled for effect, and Becca’s cheeks warmed at the sincerity on his face.

oh, I can't argue, my dirty mind got slipped for a second. "Sir please check these out..." I heard the manager's voice. Thank God, the awkward situation got avoided. I looked at the rings and was observing them. I am not planning to ask her opinion as it is the money I am spending on and she is not my real wife. But for a fraction of a second, I looked at her and saw that her eyes were locked with the one on the right end. It was beautiful, a sea blue colour precious stone was sparkling on it.

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”

Keyboard Overkill

His fear of losing his assets in her palm made him bred her into being a business freak, she even hates love right now. I had promised her father she would fall for me, I had assured him of making his daughter fall in love, guess I was too confident or her beauty blinded me, Ria is one of that lady I seriously wants in my life, not like other fake girlfriend but a real one, she is just too beautiful with those untouched sumptuous b**bs, I can't really wait to feel it into my palm...