Too Beautiful Novels & Stories

We talked on random things, cracked a lame joke that girls would find soooo funny as if I'm Destalker. I hope no one will make mention of Tiana else, I'll drop Tinashe's hand harshly and turn to the normal beast in me. You're gradually driving out of sanity because of a girl that's not curvy like your side chick. My subconscious laughed me. It's her body not her, Blake you'll never fall in love. Nobody's gonna be perfect enough to replace Achen. But Tiana is not that curvy compared to Tinashe and others? So what's soooo special about her? I asked myself.

“New York “She replied and he heaves a sigh of relief . “This town is called Densea.it not really crowded because there are just few houses here and schools ,hospitals etc are just few .Have been here my whole life and I love it here and don’t wish to leave anytime soon .The trees,beautiful Flowers,Vegetables,fruits ,oceans etc .i can’t abandon all that “She chuckled . “For me ,Living here is so peaceful .There is no such thing as armed robbery or kidnapping of any such .Everyone minds their business and goes about their daily life “She explained .

The man standing in front of him was far more beautiful and alluring than he had imagined him to be. It was lingerie. A seducing, see through lingerie. Reaching just at his hip bone. Not even at his thigh. Just as Cyrus wanted it to be. Noodle straps and closed with just a silk ribbon. He gulped hard to look down at the panties. Strapped with beads. Pearl beads shimmering in dim lights as Denzel shifted on other foot. The front was hardly covering the bulge prominent through the silk fabric. And the back...

“Our next song is for those people who had a crush on someone as they couldn’t express it exactly, but it is there. This song is entitled. ‘Too Cute Too Handle.’ Strumming the guitar as the drum struck and the keyboard is place, the tune starts as Sky sings popularize by a Thai musician Off and Gun. “Stop smiling at me or looking this way, I’m losing my mind. My immunity to you is none. Stop flirting around, or looking into my eyes. You give me goodnight calls and I become vulnerable. Then you say you miss me…as a friend. My mind wanders a far it takes me a while to process. You tell me not to fall for you, I doubt you can do that too. For me to stop loving you, just stop being lovely first

Lee was very good in describing details in such a way that it made it easy for Miho to understand things he said better than what Tarou would tell her. “Our mother was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or will ever see in the whole word and her beauty really did matched her gold heart. She would give food and clothes to the needy but before doing that she would make sure we were all okay inside the house” Lee would say. “She had my eyes, brother’s hair and your face making her perfection.” “Miho are you okay?” asked Veliou looking worried. “Ye...Yeah I’m good” replied Miho letting go of Veliou’s hand who looked confused.

The place was quiet and elegant, with soft music playing in the background. We ordered pasta and red wine. "Try this. Their tiramisu is good," he said, sliding a small piece in front of me. I took a bite. It was smooth in texture, hitting just the right level of sweetness. "It's really good." He smiled. "Glad you like it." After dinner, we walked along the famous Lake Marigen. The air by the water was cold. Vito took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "Cold?"

Sydney It was beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful where you just nod at a tour guide and move on to the next thing. This was breathtaking. The kind that stole your attention completely. The kind that makes you afraid to breathe too loudly in the space. The place was silent. “Pretty, isn’t it?” Maeve asked softly beside me. But I didn’t even look at her. My eyes stayed on the dark lake in front of us. It stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, dark and still, reflecting the moon so perfectly it looked unreal. Like someone had poured the entire sky into water.

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

he asked, pointing at me. "Your new doll," she shrugged. "No," Alexander corrected, slow and sharp. "This is Hazel Romano. The name alone made her take a step back. "Let me fix that," she said with a grin and dashed toward the changing room. In seconds, she stripped the clothes off the hangers; everything she had picked had a scandalous cut, daring openings, too short, too sexy. They screamed hore, not 'boss's little sister.' "I think you scared her," I say with a smile, I loved that, should've thrown my name as soon as we got here.

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.