Real Beautiful You Novels & Stories

* He said, getting up and pulling her into a hug. He gazed at her carefully and stated, *You look different today.* Sia was delighted that he noticed. She asked excitedly, *Good different or bad different.* R thought for a while before replying *I won’t say that you are looking bad, just a bit different. Umm…how do I explain? It looks like the real Sia is buried under layers. I love the way you look naturally.* Sia was too overcome with emotions to respond. No one had ever told her that she looked good the way she was. Of course, except for her parents.

Real. --- My fingers curled slightly against the fabric of my shirt. My breathing uneven again. My thoughts tangled. --- “This doesn’t mean anything,” I said quietly. But the words didn’t carry the same certainty as before. Didn’t feel as solid. As unshakable. --- Because no matter how much I denied it— No matter how much I tried to explain it away— One truth remained. --- I could feel it. --- And if I could feel it— Then it was real.

It's fucking real! "R-real? If you were real, do you think I would run? No! I wouldn't run from Rezoir if you were real, and one more thing: who am I? I am not even your damn girlfriend! I'm just a woman you can take to bed. "I'll make you my wife, but you're the truth, no more!" I cried, and he was stunned. "W-why do you have an idea... like that?" "How the fuck did you come up with that idea?!”

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

I pouted childishly and she stopped what she was doing, using a napkin to quickly wipe her hands and turned to face me. "If the truth was sweet dear, every human will be very honest and there'll be no lies in this world but since the case is opposite, you need to know how to differentiate between someone trying to hurt you or someone trying to tell you the truth. You said it yourself that you've met this cute guy thrice. Not once o abi twice but three good times and yet, you're still waiting for God to come down from heaven and personally announce to you that the right man has arrived. Well, you're jonzing and if you keep jonzing, another ready person will grab their copy. Simple!" she told

As if there was never a beautiful story between me and him. "Never mind, wipe your tears, La. Tell you what, if we order an online taxi to come to where he lives? I'll be disguised as one of his sisters. You know that my face is almost similar to the face of a Brazilian woman?" said Rihana giving advice. It seems that Rihana's suggestion is also a good thing to do. I nodded in agreement with Rihana's suggestion. "But not now, La. Maybe the weekend. How? Do you mind?"

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

Eleven fell silent again, she would waste the opportunity if she refused, she could run away from that man's house if something didn't feel right, but at least she didn't return to that hell again. "And.. who are you?" Eleven said. "Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jake" "Okay I'm in" Eleven says and Jake just smiles at her. Eleven only hopes that this time the choice she has chosen won't take her to a worse place than her home. That's the only hope now.