Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

"You can't get a decent girl that will take you to her place." And, of course, Mason tries to push it further. "I am going to push it up; you can't get a decent girl to fall in love with you." "Whoa there," I raise my hands as I pull back into my chair. "Fall in love with me?" "Yes, the real you," Brody says. "Not the one with the money or any of that shit. And you not paying some chick to pretend she loves you either!" "You asking me to get someone to fall in love with me for real?"

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

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They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

It had to be! And that would be the cruelest joke ever. Except it wasn’t. Except it was very real. And Goddess, she was so freaking beautiful.

“What are you?” "I am who you need.” His voice softened like honey. “The one you've longed for all these months. We can stay here–” My eyes leaked with a painful heart, "You're not real." He shook his head, "I am, and I can be real if you allow it. Everything will be as you want. We can stay here. Hey, look at me. Look. At. Me." I pried my eyes open, vision blurry with tears. He wasn't real. This wasn't real.

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.

The truth that neither of them had dared speak until now, after fire had touched everything they’d tried to protect. But love—love didn’t fix what they’d broken. Not the lies. Not the blood. Not the betrayal. Eden stepped forward slowly. “So what now? You say it and everything’s fine?” “No. Nothing’s fine. But at least it’s real.” She laughed bitterly. “Real? You think this is real?” She gestured around them. “Your mother’s dead. Your father is trying to gut you from the inside out. My entire life’s been a setup. You want real? We’re standing in the wreckage of it.”

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

"I am asking you for the last time. What the hell do you want?" "Nothing," She shrugged. "I simply asked you to come here to see me so that I could show you the truth. To get you out of your dream world." "What do you mean?" Fiona was beyond confused about what she was talking about. "Oh, my innocent princess. Your little married life I am talking about. Fiona Fiona, Fiona! Do you really think Justin could ever love you? Scratch that... Like you. Love is far from it. Just look at you. Old, plain, average, and boring, whereas Justin is completely the opposite of you. I mean, come on, babes. Even though I know, he's better than Noah, hon! Open your eyes; your marriage will end sooner than you