Novel & Cerita The Beauty Brains

She, like everyone else, had noticed the woman's hairdo and taken note of it. "Although I don't have a lot of information on the subject, it's possible that it had something to do with the way that their brains worked. As we all know, fashion gurus have a different sent of brains from normal people". Esme replied. In order for Emma to contain her laughter, she had to squeeze her eyes shut and force herself to put on a serious expression. You can always rely on Esme to say something hilarious, and you won't be disappointed. "Listen listen". Esme said again.

Kid is fucking something. I shoot a quick text to After and Knight to watch Jo get inside since I know the two are outside smoking a joint. “My ass is gonna be huge if I keep this up,” Beauty says as she takes a big bite of ice-cream. “Since when are you worried about your ass, it looks great to me.” I'm surprised she even cares about shit like that. I read the message from After quick, just to make sure she can see Jo. Slipping my phone in my pocket I lean my shoulder on the wooden wall right by the entrance as I cross my ankles.

He teases. “Well, it is certainly more intellectually pleasing than any of you would be.” I smirked at him as I walked away from my brother who was standing looking confused. I am sure he had no clue what I meant. The scary thing is he will be the next, pack Beta. Heaven help our pack. Between him and Miles they only had one brain cell between them, and that was one that they shared, I am sure of it! And even then, I think it was rechargeable and started losing power and knowledge at a rapid rate! They only graduated high school because they paid people to do their work for them.

She almost smiled at how good the rich treatment was. She knew rich people enjoy some privilege but not up to the extent of getting their scalp massaged while getting their hair styled or getting their eyebrows carved. No wonder they always looked insanely great. All these beauty products for one body? If that person comes out ugly then that person can't be beautiful again for life.

He let go of this and adjusted himself to his seat. If it were true that she would never gain her memories, then he had to find a way to make her his, of course if Asriel had no objections to it. She was just so beautiful and young, refined, just the type he liked. At twenty she was at her peak of puberty. Crazy thoughts began running through her mind. What if he made her his right away. Kelon would love to have a feel of her tender boobs in his hands.

I closed my eyes, and remembering the words Camilla taught me earlier today, I chanted them under my breath. “Mother Selene, I call upon you for the gift of magic. Allow me to wield my powers in Your name.” Around me, a series of gasps erupted, and when I opened my eyes, I saw everyone staring at me in awe. They didn’t seem afraid at all, and through the Alpha’s eyes, I saw myself. I saw how spectacular I looked with the bronze of my face shining brighter than ever with the brilliant white of my hair having reached my waist. My lips were perfectly red, as if I’d applied lipstick on them, and the reflection of my eyes was as white as my fingernails.

"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."

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

I prefer to keep it that way. She’s strikingly beautiful, with chestnut hair that falls around her shoulders in waves. Her doe-eyes are brown and warm, and the angles of her face are sharp, just like her intellect. A hollowness fills the center of my chest just looking at her and imagining what might’ve been if I hadn’t been handed my fate all those years ago.

Heaven. "Your higness." Her soft sultry voice beckons him, making him swallowed nervously. He push any distracting thoughts away and turn to her. Like any other time Eve would visit him, he would be blown away by how beautiful she was. Her big, shiny, icy blue doe eyes, staring at him innocently, her brown curls bounced in front of her face effortlessly and her smile that could brightens up the world was brightening up his day too. Zara holds the same effect as his dead wife but unlike Eve, she held somehow, a less innocent kind of features or persona. From her body language, she proudly present herself as a siren, seductive and far from how innocent Eve was.