She's So Pretty Quotes Novels & Stories

I am almost unrecognizable. “These are fantastic!” I said out loud. “Aren't they?” She says and hugs me. “You really are so beautiful Soph, and you are so comfortable with the camera. You are so photogenic . These came out perfect!” “It's all you!” I hugged her, wish her luck. “Don’t forget, I am introducing you to Elliot tonight.” She winked and I was away.

That alone is so much more. “Have I ever told you how those golden eyes of yours make you shine out?” I ask and she sucks in a breath still staring at me with widened eyes. “You could be in a crowd of people and you will always stand out, your beauty is...fuck, I can’t describe it, you make heads turn when you walk and this dress you’re wearing, it makes you look like the fucking queen. Forget the damn crown, you are the kingdom, baby.” She inhales sharply, her cheeks crimson red.

For sure if it wasn’t me they will surely fall in love with her right away. She left my office and I can’t help but to feel amuse about the little things she do for me. I don’t know if she is doing it for me or she is just too oblivious and too innocent for what she is doing. For sure if it wasn’t me they will surely fall in love with her right away. She also put a quote in the drink. How can she be so cute like that? I heaved a sigh and shake my head. I can’t stop myself from smiling but of course I need to act cool and just appreciate this silently.

"I hate when poor men stare, don't look at me that way when driving, don’t you love your life anymore?" She snapped with a frown trying too hard not to allow the heat stirring up to her face to color her cheeks. "Well I am human and I have to admire something so beautiful and precious when I see one"I replied bravely, a little compliment will make her trust me more. “I know I am pretty. I get to hear that from a very young age, now drive or you will regret ever seeing me attractive”.

if she liked him, why didn't she just confess her feelings to him? Right. She wasn't pretty, for most girls of her age, her body was tanned, and her plump lips parted apart when she tried to say something, and her eyes. They just considered her cute, not pretty, cute. "To us," Nikky lifted his glass in the air. "To Us." Everyone cheered, the glasses clinking together.

"Right, well the first step is to always be pretty." I knit my brows and nodded in disapproval, "Okay, I take that as a personal stab to my non-pretty self." The girls chuckled. "No, I mean is that you have to act pretty." Cece added, clearing her throat then counting on her fingers, "Pretty powerful, pretty opinionated, pretty forward, pretty courageous, and pretty... well pretty." she bat her lashes. "The last part you obtain by being yourself, girl." "Okay." I dragged out.

She took a knife and chopping board then she started to slice onions. "Kashmir, you look like a celebrity. You are so beautiful" one of the ladies suddenly says. "You are flattering me," she smiled. "No, do I look like I'm flattering you?" the lady asked. "Lolit, isn't she beautiful?" "She is beautiful, everybody here talks about how beautiful you are." Lolit spoke while chopping. "Your mom showed us your photos, you are beautiful in them. But you are more beautiful in person." "You are like a beauty queen" Sonya praised her.

I asked her softly. “I’m not pretty, Devin,” she hesitated. ‘“You are perfect, Babe” I kissed her mouth again and turned the lampshade on. She didn’t cover her body, but she was biting her lip and the hesitation was clouding her stormy green irises. “Beautiful.”

she said softly, admiration obvious in her voice as she spoke, “I have worked with beauty queens, actresses, billionaire wives, and famous models, but tonight everything feels exceptional.” She stepped back slowly, smiling wider as she observed the results. “Every woman in that hall will hate you with an intensity born from envy.” I blinked with surprise at the statement. “What exactly do you mean by that remark?” Another stylist laughed softly while adjusting my hair over one shoulder with careful movements. “She means respectfully hate you,” she explained playfully with a light tone. “You are dangerously beautiful tonight in every possible way imaginable.” Another woman holding jewelry nod

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.