Sweet Beauty Novels & Stories

The girl he wanted to save was barely alive. He snatched her from death. I took it with me. And he was glad that when she wakes up, she will remember nothing. She didn't remember. And he did not recognize in the slender beauty the thin, leggy girl whom he used to make straw dolls. In the flock, she was not very happy. Still - an extra mouth! - but they accepted it because he brought it. And they called Sweet. For a complaisant and accommodating disposition.

God she looks so beautiful when she is all flustered . I cupped her cute face in my hands . And started kissing her gently . She tasted so dangerously sweet . I think I'm gonna get addicted to this . No wait I already am . I let her go at a loss of oxygen . I pecked her lips before she walked out . Giving me that beautiful smile .

It was dark and chilly in basement; there were only two chairs and a dim light. “Put her on the chair” as I commanded “You people can go now she is mine to deal with” they all nodded and went upstairs. I looked at the beauty; her face features were delicate and pure. She looked more beautiful in real life; she is not worth taking revenge but I can’t change my decision because of how beautiful she is; I can’t forget my motive at last she has to suffer no matter what.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

They are so beautiful and unequal. Her scent, holy hell. I have always loved that scent but smelling it again made my mind off. The air was saturated with the intoxicating fragrance of honey and milk, a sensory symphony that delicately permeated the surroundings. The sweet, golden notes of honey intertwined with the creamy richness of milk, creating an olfactory dance that stirred a profound sense of desire and need.

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Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

Arya smiled falsely and greeted in a weak voice laden with affection, "Ah my daughter has finally come." Indira held back her disgust and greeted back, "Hello, Father." Afterward, Indira's beautiful eyes passed over Arya Wiratama to look at the beautiful figure standing behind him. Even if photos and videos of Rahayu were posted all over the internet, even if Indira was sick of seeing that face all over the media all the time, Indira still couldn't help but be surprised that the beauty looked even more attractive in person. Rahayu Wiratama was as beautiful as a doll created by a technology called artificial intelligence. Rahayu gracefully tucked her soft hair behind her ear before gently gre

There, especially Anna Mesia, she saw that Sweet Pea was extremely beautiful, wearing the limited dress that she liked the most, jealousy and envy rose in her heart. The old lady walked in front of Nanie and Anna Media and said: "Hello, ma'am, I'm Brene Brian's grandmother..." Nanie smiled reluctantly and took the old lady's hand: "Hello, everyone, please come inside." Nanie told the servant to wake Beckham Mesia up, then everyone went into the house together, Anna Mesia stared at Sweet Pea, when the two of them passed, she even whispered into his ear. Sweet Pea: "Lin Sweet Pea, you are very good, you can marry into a rich family, are you still deliberately flaunting your prestige?"