Tragically Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.

Their life went peacefully until her mother passed away. Every time she faced death, Ciara felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility. Her chest felt as if the shackles that bound it were removed, but Ciara never intended to seek out death. Her rationality always prevented her from doing so and that's why she had stood before death multiple times but every time she managed to escape and succeed. It could be due to luck, perhaps? "Do you have any questions for me?" Enda interrupted Ciara's train of thought and spoke up.

That's what he always made her feel. She looked up and was met by his sinfully beautiful face. The face that always threw her off the hook. She could never get tired of admiring his face. She thought that being this beautiful was a sin. She found her fingers trailing his facial contours like they had a mind on their own. She could never keep her hands to herself in the present of this beauty. David who found her touch pleasing leaned towards her hand enjoying her little acts. She was the woman who captured his heart wholly and could do anything, anytime to him and he would not complain. He was helpless when it comes to her, only that his helplessness gives him bliss.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

Agness questioned Laura as she took the tv remote to change the channel. “ Honestly I don’t know. Unfortunately restraining orders are not that effective in African countries.” Laura crossed her arms on her chest and knitted her eyebrows in confusion not sure on how to deal with her ex-boyfriend’s obsession with her. “If only murder wasn’t a sin and illegal in this country.” Agness snorted. “ I know, right?!” Laura sneered as she rolled her eyes, took a huge gulp of the last content in her wine glass and sighed in frustration. “I remember how you were head over heels for Jayden and how many times I told you he wasn’t good enough for you but you were so blind to see that.” Agness spoke in an

She found herself recalling a lyric from, Scars to your beautiful by Alessia cara. * There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful* So yeah... We are all beautiful and shouldn't let anyone's opinion make us doubt that fact. **** " You look dazzling. " Aiden commented when Malisa came downstairs... " Hm... Thanks. " They were about to head out of the house when the butler met them...

"I can sense dark creatures from the mountains in Afhrin is heading to Dzhimara. Your people are dying and your kingdom soon collapse. If I ask for your life now, will you give them to me willingly?" Adam chuckled lowly with tears wetting his cheek. "Your highness, Dzhimara is no paradise. That land has more innocent blood tainted it than any place in the world. If this land is destroyed and burn to the ground, so be it. If I can wash my sins by destroying what I have fought hard the most until I lose the important thing in my life, so be it. It didn't matter RTO me anymore."

the tailor whispered. "What makes you so beautiful to me is that you care so much about others; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that's what's got me for life. You aren't just beautiful; you make the space around you beautiful as well; you affect others and bring their beauty out of them, and you do it with ease. It's who you are. You are a flower that makes others bloom,

Her gentle skin was the best thing to ever be laid on my fingertips. “You are way too beautiful to have tears in your eyes.” And that was the truth. There was another truth I wanted to reveal. But a shadow consumed me before I could. For the first time in a long time, I felt true darkness. And that, was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. Is this it? Is this what they call death? I wouldn’t know. Because just seconds later, came the light. And it came with a face so beautiful, I would never forget. Not even after death.

I try to move, but I'm stuck, reminded that I'm only just an observer. A woman steps gracefully out from the surrounding shadows. The woman from all my previous, agonizing visions. Her face is no longer half-rotten or decayed. It’s entirely, exquisitely beautiful now, hauntingly so. A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel.