Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

The ring glittered on my finger. I lifted my hand and stared. The diamond caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across the walls. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was fake. But my wolf didn't care. She purred, curled inside me like a cat in sunshine, completely content. I didn't know what was real anymore. My phone buzzed. Santos: Did I pass the test? Leah: You passed. Barely. Santos: I was perfect and you know it.

"That you'll complete the bond with me and realize I'm not actually that interesting. That I'm damaged and traumatized and constantly anxious. That the wolf you fell in love with was just a fantasy. That reality will disappoint you." "Elara." He took my hands. "Look at me. Really look at me. I'm not in love with a fantasy. I'm in love with you. The real you. The wolf who has nightmares and fears and insecurities. The wolf who's doing her best while scared. The wolf who built a pack while traumatized. The wolf who's raising incredible children while constantly doubting herself. That's who I love. Not some perfect version. You. Messy and real and human. You're more than enough."

Love was as real as everything else. It's just you have to wait for the right moment. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end.

a camera does nothing to capture the true beauty of it He reached for her pulling her to him a hand around her waist the other holding her nape she gasped the one who's true beauty can't be captured is only you, he said

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

Soft music begins drifting through the school intercom. ‘You don’t need to be Prince Charming to me, I just need this to be real, I don’t need no fairy tale’ And as I stare into those green eyes, I know. This is real. He is real. My devil on a black bike … my completely messed-up, ridiculously perfect fairy tale. “Hello,” he says. The same word. The same voice. The same greeting that ripped my heart straight out of my chest years ago and dropped it neatly at his feet.

He was always with his best friend, who was Luis, the boy who works at the company. Axel kept listening attentively. —One day I received a letter; it was a pink sheet, I still remember what it said. I quote Alicia. "Hello, "Al. I know you don't know about me and that hurts me, because I see you every day. That smile is the most beautiful; I would die for you to dedicate it to me one day. Sometimes I just sit and watch you. I know it sounds scary, but it's not. "I can't just stop admiring your beauty; I hope I don't bother you with these letters, little "Al." Sincerely. Your admirer.

As if they can hurt me. Once I finished my breakfast, I brushed my teeth and put a Mac “Sin” lipstick on the inner part of my lips to make it look natural. My mom and her makeup artist taught me how to wear makeup. My mother is the famous Aphrodite Calla Renaldi-Carpio. For her, beauty is everything.

I walked gently to him and on reaching him, he pulled me to sit on his thighs. "Henry" I stuttered as he kissed my neck. "Your birthday is tomorrow right?" He asked and I nodded. "Are you throwing a party?" "No, I can't even let anyone see my face. They might just puke " I mumbled tearily and he looked up at me. He pulled my cheeks as he chuckled. "Even with the bruises, you're still beautiful" he kissed my forehead and I forced a smile. "You're beautiful Camila. You deserve a crown for it. And you know what? You trapped me with your beauty" he smiled as he stared into my eyes.

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