Something Beautiful Novels & Stories

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

"Ohhh, so what was ot you said you needed again?" While we were discussing and going through the designs, she walked in. Carter's Queen. The moment she walked through that door, I felt blown away. I didn't see her well yesterday but seeing her now in all her full glory, as her fellow woman, I was amazed by her beauty. I bet I don't stand a chance beside her but I wasn't going to get intimated. She smiled at her colleague who sat and I could swear that her white, well aligned dentition almost blind me. This is beauty in all its glory.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

I finally reached the edge of the cave and almost gasped at the beauty in front of me. I was looking out over the most amazing forest I had ever seen. The trees were so green and lush. The sky was the brightest blue with the purest white clouds. Birds flew in the distance and the breeze made the leaves and branches of the trees dance. It was absolutely breath taking. "Beautiful isn't it?" I heard a voice say next to me. I jumped a little and turned my head to the side.

That part of the story does not seem important now. "You're different now," She says and I look at her. She has read my discomfort and I want to cry. She knows me more than any person in this world. This beautiful woman sitting here under this tree, with her lace top and black pants, saw through me as though I wore no clothes at all. "You helped him, even though he was black and you are white. You are not the person you were before that moment."

the girl pointed out. "If we can ignore that, then I’m sure everything will be fine," Dorothy said with a shrug. "Cool, I can do that. My name is Beauty—because I’m beautiful," she said, gently flipping her hair back. "But it seems like you’re even more beautiful than me." Dorothy forced a small smile. "I’d say we’re equally beautiful." "Sure, sure. But I don’t remember seeing you in the common entrance exam," Beauty said, suddenly looking confused.

I brush it away, fingertips skimming warm skin, and my stomach knots when I catch the faint shimmer of dried tears. Why was she crying again? Was it because of me? The thought feels like a punch under the ribs. My heart cringes. This girl is extraordinarily beautiful, naturally ― not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. She’s beautiful in that rare, infuriating way — not because she tries, but because she doesn’t. No fake lashes, no overdrawn lips, no designer filters. Just Aria — real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable. Shit.

She said to his ear and looked back at Raine waving her goodbye. "Why do you kiss her forehead?"She yelled at him. Raine laughed at the sight. She's truly beautiful then,it's not physical features that make someone beautiful but one's heart. "Beautiful heart is a beautiful lady" her father will always say. T.B.C

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"