The Moon Is Beautiful Isn't It Response Novels & Stories

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Nickaulas glanced up at the midnight blue sky through his windshield. It was a pitch black new moon night. The sky appeared forlorn and darker without the moon. For the first time the beauty of the moon struck him. He still sees it as cold and ugly but now he had also started to see it differently all because of her. It is beautiful in the way it embraces the night without any qualm and lights it up with its soft light. She was just like moon in his life the only diiference being she wasn't cold and ugly in fact, she was the most beautiful and warmest soul he knew. His life would also become forlorn and barren just like the night without her presence in it. She was his moon and he was her ni

The place doesn't look scary anymore because of the moon. "Yeah, the moon is so beautiful tonight, mate," Michael replied to me with a strange smile on his lips as if he was thinking of something else right now. "Why are you smiling, Michael? Did I say something funny?" I ask him with furrowed brows but he just quickly shakes his head in defense.

The pangolin looked at the moon and said. "The real moon will always be affected by all kinds of factors, such as the Demon Aura, Devil Aura, and even a dark cloud. It's just like the beautiful women since ancient times that can only be called beautiful only when there are some flaws. Only then can people really remember it. And the man-made beauties are the same. They seem to be perfect every inch, but in fact, when they are combined together, you will feel uncomfortable." "Everything in the world is like this."

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

"It is beautiful, like every part of your body. I love you." "I love you more, my Moon. Go sleep; you’ll need the energy for tomorrow."

I quickly turn back and watch the moon slowly appears from behind the thick clouds, I guess it was really hiding all this while and not really missing, well, I guess there's no need to be bothered anymore. "See. I told you it would come." "Yeah." I can't stop myself from praising it's beauty, tonight, I think its much prettier than any other day. "Woah. It's beautiful." "No, you're beautiful. You shine brighter than the moon and your hair, it feels like the moon itself. If anything, you're an idol of beauty." Dear heavens, I don't think I can handle it anymore. My cheeks feels so hot, and am sweating a bit too much. "Hey, your cheeks are red."

Still, boring. “Is it really that beautiful?” I can't help but ask and she giggles, nodding her head. “What’s so funny about it?” I almost grumble, frowning at her. “It is the way we look at things, though everything made by God is beautiful and amazing.” “Right. Maybe my perspective is that it is boring to look at the moon.” “Exactly. That’s the difference. Anyway, what do you enjoy looking at, then? Bar graphs and charts?”

I ask curious to hear where that sadness is coming from. “I think that the moon is beautiful. The way the stars share the sky, each one shining as bright as the next. There is so much beauty that splashes across the sky when the sunrises or sets. And I can definitely see beauty in flower blooming but I can’t say that life is beautiful.” She says looking at me sadly. This time she doesn’t look away, she looks at me straight in my eyes.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.