The Beautiful Lies Novels & Stories

I can tell from his shoes, placed neatly by the side where I always insist they go. The second thing? There’s another pair. A woman’s. I pause, my eyes lingering on them. Strappy. Black. Elegant. She has good taste. I lift my gaze and take in the state of the apartment. Clothes—male and female—strewn carelessly across the sofa. Two glasses of unfinished wine. A bottle of MY favorite wine sitting on the center table. Tristian’s phone lies beside it. So that’s why he wasn’t answering. A red bra rests at the foot of the stairs.

I retorted in a bored tone. "Really?" Em asked in disbelief. I shoot her a glare, "I will prefer to rather than watching it again!" I almost yelled at her. "Come on, Andrew, it was a nice movie, " Elie says in fare of Em. "Ohh in what way? didn't you saw how weak that barbie was and then out of sudden she discovers a secret door in her castle and she founds magic there and then used it against her so rich and handsome fiance to escape, " I explained rudely.

have him all to myself for once in life something good came it came to me in the form of a man that I never thought would be so kind, I could feel his arousal growing as he pushes his hips on mine holding me in place and starts to partially dry hump the front of me. I moan in pleasure as my body sends numerous of waves of pleasure with each motion of his hips on mine, my back arches and I moan as I can feel his growth rubbing the front of my vagina, I look at him with lustful eyes, "Please take me, I cant take much more of your teasing. I want you in me so bad that I might just strip right here, right now infront of you and pounce on you myself." His face flushes to a deep red as he bites h

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

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“Thought I’d give you a gift instead. One last chance to make your move.” Beauty’s gaze slid to Kendall. “And you brought her. Brave… or stupid?” Kendall’s voice was steady. “I’m just here to watch you lose.” Beauty laughed, low and dangerous. “Oh, darling, I already won. Your man handed me everything on a silver platter.” She tapped a folder on her desk. “Bank trails, offshore accounts, fake IDs. The press will eat you alive.” “That’s the thing about silver platters,” Jack said. “Sometimes they’re rigged to blow.”

It was a day in which the two of them would at last arrive at the destination of their travels—two lives soon to be blended into a single entity. Lily's Morning Lily sat in front of the big mirror in the dressing room, watching herself as the seamstress made last-minute alterations to her wedding dress. The fabric was beautiful, a smooth blend of satin and lace, the ivory tone a match to her skin color. The dress hugged her as if it had been made to order, accentuating her curves, draping over every step she took. It glowed with a soft light, reflecting as if it held secrets of its own. Her heart pounding in her chest, she gazed at herself for the very first time—yes, really, she was the mos

Regis Hotel, probably pacing around in that adorable nervous way he always had when he was excited about something truly important. Beatrice had finally finished her masterpiece after nearly four hours of meticulous work, and I had to admit she'd completely outdone herself. My makeup was absolutely flawless—elegant and timeless, with just enough drama to make my eyes appear larger and more luminous. My hair had been styled in an intricate updo that would perfectly showcase the delicate beadwork on my wedding dress's bodice.

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

Consent I smiled at what he said. "Oh my God, of course, I'm not and will never be." I said. He grinned and nodded. “You are also ambitious, I already scored at me and then you're still so ambitious that I'm jealous You're really thick, Dave.” He lost his mischievous smile and looked at me seriously. "You're still a liar, Brii." He became serious. “Quit staring at me. I know I'm beautiful, but I'm not a liar.” I averted my eyes from it and my hand searched for my clothes. “You can come out now, Dave. You are done with your goal in my body.”