Strong And Beautiful Novels & Stories

“Most beautiful? Look at that woman over there. That’s what I’d call a peerless beauty.” “Look at that pretty boy. He’s such a scumbag, falling for every woman he sees!” “It’s natural behavior. I would react the same way in the presence of such a beautiful woman. She makes all the others look average.” “What do you men know! At the end of the day, she’s just another woman. What good is beauty without strength?” “That handsome guy is quite something. It’s a pity we can’t serve him.” “Don’t worry, girls! When we become stronger, we’ll have him serve us individually!”

My laptop pinged what felt like hours later. "You're not simply beautiful, Miss Lane, you're beguiling. Your eyes don't shine like the moon, you look at me and It feels like I've been shot through the head and brought back to life in the space of a second. You're a force more powerful than gravity, stronger than Icarus' attraction to the sun, and I am but a mere mortal who could never resist your pull even if I wanted."

"She didn't just challenge us; she expected us to be better, and Lucienne wasn't afraid to tell us exactly what she thought of us." I nodded, equally shaken. Every word Cole spoke echoed my own thoughts. Lucienne wasn't just strong; she was untouchable, a force that couldn't be swayed or softened. She'd faced us with a courage so fierce and unapologetic that it had left me breathless. And beyond her strength, she was beautiful in an almost overwhelming way. There was a rawness to her beauty, an intensity that radiated from her dark eyes and the proud way she held herself.

I have to admit, it was both beautiful and intimidating. I couldn’t explain my reasons, but when I looked up at this mountain, I saw Tia. She was like a mountain. Strong, determined, unyielding, unapologetic, indestructible, but always breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps to someone else, this may not sound like a compliment, but to me, it was a symbol of what she offered the world. An unmovable, beautiful force. She stood tall and didn’t waver under anyone or anything. She was admirable in every way; you just had to stop and take in her true beauty to see what it was she actually stood for.

The more time I spend with my mate, the more I come to realize how strong she is. Where I come in like a tornado and blow through everything, counting on my brute strength to defeat my enemy, Merethyl’s strength is delicate, intricate and it makes her stronger because she has such control over it.

It was still so hard to believe after being rejected only a few days prior, but now here we were. "Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" I growl, leaning down and kissing her lips. "How damn perfect and utterly ethereal you truly are?" "Not hardly," she counters, her eyes traveling to the scars that mar her skin. "I’m far from it." "These," I announce, slowly beginning to kiss each and every one. "Are proof that you’re stronger than most." I knew that each one must have hurt, and to have to endure so much for so long but still continue to live on so that we could eventually meet made her the strongest woman I had ever met. Most would have given up long ago, but not her.

She's strong, beautiful, confident, and the best in her work. Now I have to find a new assistant again. ************************************ Thank you for reading...

squealed Sumico intensely long and high with all her body muscles straining violently strongly. Virando could feel that his gentle pretty wife’s feminism enjoyment valley was perfectly gripping his manhood magical sword. It carried on absorbing and pulling his manhood magical sword inwards and inwards. Virando got his much more spirit as well as encouragement in pumping his gentle beautiful wife’s body from her behind.

Now that I realized he does not care a bit about me, why let him have his way? We females are the gender of strength we are mighty and brave. We are like a flower that does not think of competing with the flower next to it. We don't have to play masculine to be a woman of strength. Our strength is our voice, our vocal cords. We are queens and queens are not scared of fighting with their voices.

The next day, Sharon opened her email and was surprised to find a message from J. She had assumed J wanted to share another piece of artwork, but when she opened the email, it contained only a single line: [Is it right or wrong to admire the strong?] Sharon paused for a moment, then replied thoughtfully. [Between the ugly and the beautiful, people instinctively choose beauty. Given a choice between an outstanding partner and an ordinary one, most would choose the exceptional. The essence of admiring the strong is the pursuit of the beautiful. There's nothing inherently wrong with it.]