Novel & Cerita Save Beauty

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

Beverly Carington I parked the car and then walked into the seaworld alone. I bought the ticket and walked in. I took the map of the place and started to stroll around by myself. Actually, I never have time to go to places like this because I'm damn busy. I think 1 year is enough for me to rest and start enjoying my life a little bit. Just like what Becca said. I strolled the entire seaworld and couldn't get any happier. I love this place and really the best place for me to heal myself physically and psychologically. After that, I decided to go to Malibu beach. I have loved that place since yesterday.. I decided to go there again.

The soft waves of her hair seem to glow under the lights, each strand catching the subtle shimmer of the room, as if she were illuminated from within. But it’s her eyes that strike me the hardest—blue, impossibly blue, like the clearest ocean under a midday sun. They shine with a light that’s both piercing and warm, a gaze that seems to reach out and pull you in. And then there’s her smile, radiant and utterly captivating, a smile that could stop you in your tracks. It’s the kind of smile that could disarm you, that could make you forget the world around you, even if just for a moment. For a second, I forget where I am, forget the reason I’m here. Her beauty is like a force of nature, a tsun

I was trapped in a frozen fortress at the edge of the world, held captive by a stepbrother who viewed me as his exclusive, beautiful liability. After a long time, the freezing air of the room forced me to move. I stumbled into the master bathroom, a luxurious space lined with dark heated slate and a massive stone soaking tub. Resting on the counter was a neat stack of folded clothing—an oversized black cashmere sweater and a pair of thick, soft leggings. Next to the clothes was a small, steaming tray of hot broth and fresh bread left by Elena.

"You earn well. I'd have thought...." "As I said, I'm saving up to buy a bigger place and...." She looks rueful.... ".... you might be surprised at some of my expenses. By the time I've paid for manicures and pedicures and skin treatments and hair salons, there's not a lot left." "Mitch, you're already beautiful. Why do you need that lot?" "My body is my living. I have to look after it." She seems to shake away her mood. "Do you travel at all?"

Alex joined me on the blanket as we dig to get our food. "What made you think about a picnic as our first date?" "I wanted to show you my safe heaven. Sometimes I come here to clear my mind and feel at peace. I thought it would be perfect for our first date. And the picnic would be starting us of small." "It's a beautiful spot. How long have you been coming up here?" "Not that long. I only use it for serious situations. Situations where I might feel safer here than at my own home." "Why?" "My life is just..different."

He's looking at me like a predator prying his helpless victim. " Based on my own perspective, the term beauty pertains to a place, person, or any thing that are pleasant in the eyes. There are various standards of beauty based on where country or place you are living in and also cultures just like what you said Sir that are passed on to every generations. Take for example, in Korea being skinny is the standard of beauty. If you're skinny you're more beautiful than the rest of the women in your country. That is an advantage for most women. Another, the color of the skin. You're considered one of the prettiest girl if you have a fair skin or a porcelain skin otherwise you're ugly if the tone o

Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, the kind of look that challenged you to prove your worth. "Now, I know what you're all thinking – another beauty product promising miracles. But, I assure you, the Rejuvenating Explosion is not just a product; it's an experience. It's a journey to rediscovering your inner radiance, to unlocking your natural beauty. It's about feeling confident, empowered, and beautiful in your own skin."

Scott: You're so beautiful. I blushed and replied Iris: It's you who make me beautiful. Scott: Is that so!!! Iris: Yes. Scott: How? Iris: Simple, Every time you look at me, your eyes shine like a shinning star. And I love that shine in your eyes. So I take care of myself pamper myself and keep myself healthy so that shine would never fade away. Scott: Well, what can I do. World's most beautiful woman is in front of me. I just admire the view.

It felt weird and great to hear myself speak again. Marian blinks and clears her throat. “Belle, it’s great to see you in your human form again, honestly. But I think that we can save the talk a little later?” I tilt my head sideways, inheriting the habit of my wolf, when she is curious about something. “Why?” “First, it’s going to be a long talk and you need some food in you.” She enumerates her points with her fingers. “Second,” She hesitates and gives me a once over. “Not only are you stark naked, but you also need a bath.”