She's So Pretty Quotes Novels & Stories

How cute, it kinda goes against her whole bag gyal look “I see you’re a sweet talker, a poet maybe?” “You tell me why a girl such as pretty as yourself with silver eyes like diamonds dipped in platinum, gleaming like shards would go for a regular guy sitting by the bar sipping whiskey” “Well… let’s just say, you’re special. And a sweet talker too” She laughs

she spoke all of a sudden. "Yeah?" I asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked and stared at me with those big blue eyes. What the... "What kind of loaded question is this?" I said and pretended to sound annoyed. "Just tell me," she urged me. "I think I told you like hundred times before. You are beautiful. I've never met anyone as beautiful as you," I said. "Then how come you never tried to ask me out?" she pouted. Is this chick for real?

he asked as she sat down and stared at herself in the mirror. "Just something light" she replied rubbing on some lotion to her body. "Don't" he said his voice firm and demanding. "Why? " she asked as his hands suspended in mid-air close to her face. "You are already so pretty, I don't think anyone would be able to take them off you. If you make up any further you would be too pretty you might have to be a god" Jessica cleared her throat. She stared at herself in the mirror and she wondered how she was not redder than how she looked. No one had ever said something of such to her before.

She was dressed in blue denim bum shorts, and a large white sweatshirt, with Blood written on it with a gothic feel. She looked better in casual clothes. Anyone could easily mistake her for being decent. “Didn’t know you slept so well. Maybe that’s the secret to your enchanting beauty.” She said, serving plates of baked shepherd pie with rich ingredients. “Then you should do it, too.” I replied, and she spotted the underlying message in my words. ‘Then you should do it, too, so you’ll get pretty.’

I know who she means, but is she willing to waste her questions on something this stupid? “Little vixen-” *It's my questions,” she argues. “And I want to know, who do you think is prettier?” I sigh, taking a moment to think over her question. Who is prettier? Her or my wife? What my answer is and has to be are undoubtedly be two different things. Scarlett is listed as one of the prettiest women in the more than one magazine, she's delicate, fitting all standards of beauty but Aurora? She's stunning, there's no question of comparison in my books.

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

Although she looks confused, she answered my question patiently. "She is prettier than me then." I said unconsciously. "No, madam. She looks pretty because of all the things she has on her body and also her makeup. But you are totally different from her. You are pretty. You look very simple and you always wear that smile. You can be liked by any person around you because they can feel comfortable with you easily. You shouldn't compare yourself with anyone. Sir Park chose you because he saw something in you that maybe even you cannot see. I like you madam and for me you are prettier than anyone. Please never compare yourself with others."

Their eyes shone, cheeks flushed, as though simply standing within a few feet of me had turned their world into glitter. “Oh my God, it’s her!” one squealed, clutching her friend’s arm hard enough to leave nail marks. “She’s even prettier in person!” I managed a polite smile, signing the first book. “Thank you, that’s sweet.” “Sweet?!” the girl gasped, her voice so shrill heads turned. “You’re literally the queen of words! Your sentences are like… like edible poetry. If Shakespeare and Beyoncé had a love child, it would be YOU.”

It was as if she was unsure of the answer herself, if someone else had told her yes. I looked up from my work and replied “Of course! Why do you ask?” She blushed and shrugged her shoulders “Just curious.” I raised my eyebrow in disbelief and replied “Sureeee.” She then turned her body, now laying on her stomach; facing me. “I know that I am not ugly. It is just that; I am not the prettiest girl in the school either. The type of pretty girl that John Green would go after,” she sighed. I rolled my eyes “You are super pretty, so do not think otherwise.”

Sophia said, “Your moral compass seems to match your looks. Can Quintus handle it?" Charlene replied, "What do you mean? Am I not pretty enough? Not enough to make his moral compass follow my beauty?" "In my eyes, you are gorgeous. But you must make Quintus think you're beautiful too. You must captivate him completely," Sophia replied. Charlene rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Isn't this going in circles again? If I could captivate him completely, why would I need your help?"