Strong And Beautiful Novels & Stories

That's what he always made her feel. She looked up and was met by his sinfully beautiful face. The face that always threw her off the hook. She could never get tired of admiring his face. She thought that being this beautiful was a sin. She found her fingers trailing his facial contours like they had a mind on their own. She could never keep her hands to herself in the present of this beauty. David who found her touch pleasing leaned towards her hand enjoying her little acts. She was the woman who captured his heart wholly and could do anything, anytime to him and he would not complain. He was helpless when it comes to her, only that his helplessness gives him bliss.

She moved with a grace and strength that was almost otherworldly, her presence commanding, her power undeniable. Xenia struggled to her feet, her eyes locking onto Marrylen, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and awe. She had always known that Marrylen was strong, but this—this was something else entirely. She watched as Marrylen fought, her body moving with a precision and power that seemed almost supernatural.

I wanted her, bad. Sure she had just kicked my ass like it was nothing, but for me, it just added to her appeal. Tiny she-wolves like her were usually fragile little creatures, but she is anything but. She is tough & strong, & drop dead gorgeous. I barely even know anything about her, but there is no doubt in my mind that she will make the perfect Luna.

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

It was like a spell had been cast on me, and the only thing I could focus on and see, was the image of Weston standing right there. Standing in all his awe and beauty. "Weston," I sighed dreamily, unable to contain the admiration in my voice. "He's... incredible. The embodiment of strength and beauty. He's not only breathtakingly handsome but also an exceptional Alpha." Seraphina's eyebrows raised, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh? Do tell me more."

Her words were like daggers, but I wouldn't let them affect my self-confidence. "You seem to confuse beauty with malice," I replied calmly, my gaze firm on hers. "My life has gained meaning, and every mark on my body is proof of strength and love. Something that, perhaps, you'll never understand." With that, I tried to continue my way, leaving behind Hanna's toxic words. True beauty, I knew, was not measured by superficial standards but by the strength to overcome challenges and the love that spreads in every caring gesture toward those we love.

I wanted to see him when i would go home. And when i saw him... I felt my heart stopped breathing. Don’t take me wrong. He was looking so beautiful with. They truly complement each other. I would say if Cyrus was handsome, his husband Louis was beautiful. And i loved when he blushed. Cute... I knew Cyrus was faking possessiveness and jealousy but in real, he was so happy and glowing in love.

The final scraps of modesty falling away. I’m naked. Vulnerable. Powerful. I feel like a goddess on the edge of the world. "There you go," Aiden murmurs, his nose brushing my jaw, reverent. "How does it feel to be the most beautiful woman on earth?" His words coil around me, a molten caress, setting every nerve ending ablaze. There’s only one word for it. "Powerful," I whisper, voice trembling with ecstasy. And I mean it.

"You insolent dog. Drag her to the courtyard and give her a good beating! After that, throw her out!" Several strong men went up to Mary, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out. She screamed in pain, only to receive punches and kicks in response.

“In fact, I think people would be concerned if I tried.” As I wash her hair, I notice the texture is thick and healthy even though she is malnourished. The ends are rough and jagged. I wonder when her last haircut was. As the dirt gives way, it glitters and shines more than I thought it ever could. “When she’s properly fed, we’re all going to see how beautiful she is.” Justice says. “Beautiful and dangerous.” “Dangerous?” “She’s your brother and Saint’s mate. Imagine how strong she and her wolf need to be for that.” “You have a point.”