To Be The Beautiful You 소설 & 이야기

Beatrice I wake up bright and early, nerves already buzzing in my stomach. It's my first official day on the job, and I'm determined to make a good first impression. No oversleeping. No screw-ups. After a quick shower, I dry off and pull my hair into a single braid. Tight and simple. Keeps it out of my face and makes me look a little more put together than I feel. I stare at my reflection, inhaling slowly. You got this, I whisper to myself, even if I don't entirely believe it yet.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

He looked at me in disbelief when I said, “ no” “ I mean, Luna Tia says I’m beautiful but I’ve always thought it’s what she felt she was obliged to say to me.” “ Shit…Kayla, if no one has told you then I will. You’re the most beautiful girl in all seven packs I’ve been to – all. Your hair is perfectly silky, stop obsessively worrying about it being rough, and even if it is, it could never diminish your beauty. Your skin is as though you were born to shine even in the dark, your lips…seductive and distracting. You have no idea what you do to my body when you lick your lips. Even that innocent look you initially have turns into an irresistible pull whenever you look at me with your beautiful b

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

All he did was move his head towards the book as if reassuring her and asking her to go ahead. She drew in a deep breath. "You can't go out into the world and ask the world: am I beautiful? You have to tell the world you're beautiful. You can't wait for anybody else's opinion. The mirror reflects, it doesn't define. You define. The icing on the cake doesn't change the inside. It just changes the outer surface but the outer surface isn't important. The inside is what's most important. Who you are on the inside. What you are on the inside. Your talent, your potential, how special you are."

I look beautiful, but not myself. I take a deep breath… “ready.”

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" "Of course you are," I began, but she turned away. "What am I even saying? Look at me. That’s why he’ll never like me. I’ve tried everything—perfect breakfasts, lunches, even this ridiculous gold dress, just to impress him." "Don’t say that," I told her softly. "You’re beautiful the way you are. Makeup doesn’t create beauty; it just decorates what’s already there. It’s the inner light that shines through — the one that really matters."

But first, I’ll show you your room; it will be far away from the others so no one hears you cooing. - Are you sure about this? - Of course, but you have to be sure of yourself. Do you understand? Just remember that for your husband, you are the most beautiful, the most desirable, the most fuckable. - I understand. - Repeat after me: I am the most beautiful. - I am the most beautiful. - Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remind yourself that you are the most beautiful. - Okay, I am the most beautiful, the most beautiful, the most desirable.