Tragically Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

Oh, how he ached to see his beautiful Fae up close and personal. Kinsley hung up the phone with a sigh, her hand shaking and her heart pounding. For some reason that man's voice affected her in a way she did not suspect, nor did she want it. Kinsley prided herself on being unaffected by the opposite sex. So much of her magic was rooted in seduction that when someone tried to seduce or entice her she hardly noticed. Mr. Blackthorne had a voice that was impossible to ignore.

Are you eating, right, daughter? —Yes, mom, I'm sleeping and I'm eating, don't worry. At that moment, tears sprang from her eyes, she couldn't hold them back, she hated to continue crying, but she couldn't stop. The pain always overwhelmed her will. —Daughter, don't cry, you break my heart. That son of mine will see that she comes now. How is it possible that I make those beautiful eyes cry? I can't allow it. I'm going to talk to him; he's going to have to explain to me what's going on.

We knew that intimately. But it was also joy. Love. Purpose. Meaning. “Because suffering is not all there is,” I said. “There is also beauty. Growth. Connection. Life is hard but it is also worth living.” “Is it? Or do you lie to yourselves? Pretend meaning exists when there is only chaos? Pretend love matters when all things end?” The presence pulled back slightly. “I watched you become the seal. Watched you fade. Watched you suffer for ten years holding back the inevitable. That is not beautiful. That is a tragedy. That is cruelty. I offer mercy. Offer ends. Offer peace eternal.”

Her hair was straight black, eyes were dark, and figure a perfect glass hour. “Being beautiful is fearsome, upsetting, and tiring. It’s excruciating,” she whined. “I never wanted attention, all I want is peace. Can you just make me ugly, Levi?” I was expecting that she would laugh after what she had said, but she didn’t. Her eyes were begging. For what? To be ugly? Her emotions couldn’t hide at her innocent face, but as I gazed intently into her eyes, there was a flicker of emotion I couldn’t identify yet.

With lots of dream in their closed eyes and nightmares that were meant to be forgotten along the path. How tragic it must be for a person to die while all he wanted to do was live? Death can not be beautiful for the people who were left behind to mourn the loss of the died one. It is fucking heart wrenching to go through the memories of them stored in your head again and again, knowing you will never get to make new ones. Death has its own ugliness just like life. Life seems ugly when all we get to face are sorrows, poverty, misery and pain.

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.

ISA POV Life. No matter how miserable and sorrowful it can be, the fact remains that is the gift bestowed to us by the most high. And it can never be changed that we only live once. I know I have cheated death quite a few times, but eventually, there will come a time when I shut my eyes, and they will remain shut forever. Maybe they would open, but not in the given lifetime. But now was not the time. Yet!

She's beautiful, intoxicating, sexy, filled with life, but she is never to cross the line to our dark side, never to be touched by our hands, never to be looked at by our eyes, she's forbidden for everyone, including me. I did my usual briefing, listening and answering their questions. I swear, this generation is getting dumber by the moment. Their questions varied from 'can we sell our families and friends?' Can we taste the product? What happens if we get caught? "Sell to whoever you want, no you may not taste the product, and then you're all on your own, dare to mention me, and you'll be dead before the next sunrise," I say in a cold voice, I could be scary when I want to, and I'm working

"Somebody once told me that he couldn't save me anymore. I can't save myself too, nobody wanted to." "I saved you. I want to save you so those people who didn't do it could go fuck theirselves!" Brieanna continued to cry. "I didn't want to be saved. There's nothing more for me to live for." "Yeah? Then what about last night? Didn't those light felt magical to you? Didn't it give you hope and taught you something?" He continuously asked. "If you want to find something beautiful then you gotta look at awful side first, Brie. Look for something beautiful in those scars of yours."

You have opened my heart for yourself, and then closed it for no one else to enter. Louis might be beautiful, but it’s just like a passerby comments on a beautiful dress hanging in the boutique and walks away, not even wanting to try it. You, on the other hand, though there is no comparison between you too, you are a fine wine. My personal favorite that i want to cherish over and over again and still it would intoxicate me more than every time. You are my love, the most beautiful person that you don’t need to be insecure of my past intruding. If i had any intentions of bringing him back, i could have done anything. But i don’t want. He no longer tempts me in anyway. Hmmm"? He lifted Denzel's