True Beauty Book Novels & Stories

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

"Then let's start tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to hold you." She rests her head on my shoulder. "Okay," she whispers. "Okay." --- I wanted an apology. I got the truth. And the truth — messy and complicated and painful — is somehow more valuable than any apology could have been. Because the truth is where we start. The truth is where we heal. The truth is where we learn to trust again. End of Chapter 122

The ones that take years to reach the water. “That is beautiful,” she said. “It is true,” Helena said simply. “I am not interested in beautiful. I am interested in true.” Sera looked at her. At the six-year-old who had just corrected her distinction between beautiful and true without hesitation. At the precision already present in how she approached language. “Yes,” Sera said. “True is better than beautiful.” “True often becomes beautiful,” Helena said. “But it does not need to. It only needs to be true.”

Beauty looked up from her computer and gazed at Jessie curiously. Jessie had her face buried in her phone, blushing like a potato. “What book is that?” “Don't toy with me sexiest man of the year…by Luchi Luchy her pen name is also Caroluchy , now can I read this Fucking masterpiece in peace!” “Well, what's it about?” “Sex…” “Be serious”. “Why do you think I am so interested in it, duh”. Beauty shook her head. “You will never change, Jessie”.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

She just sat there with the book in her lap and the office going on around her and four sentences in his handwriting on the inside cover and she sat very still and let them be exactly what they were. They were the truest thing he had ever said about the marriage. Not the most painful. The truest. Because painful things can be wrong and this was not wrong. She had known it was not wrong from the first reading and she had read it four more times anyway because sometimes a true thing needs more than one pass before you can close the cover and put it down and pick up your phone and do what comes next. She had just always needed a moment to stand inside them first.

Instead, I searched more. No one ever wanted me for the real me. Women threw themselves at me for money, power, status, or simply just sex. No one had ever made me nervous until she came. No one has ever made my heart beat faster, and no one has ever made my stomach flutter with butterflies. She's so mesmerising with her soft, delicious features. Her innocent green-blue eyes. Her high cheekbones and dimples when she smiles. And her smile – god, her smile is the most beautiful thing ever.

"Anything she can do, I can do, too! Even if it costs me my life!" Sadie's words were filled with raw emotion. However, true love was not merely about possession. Sadie's experience reminded Yaslyn vividly of her own. As Yaslyn spoke, the myriad expressions on Sadie's face were a sight to behold. "Sadie, you could never truly have Xoan. Even when he lost his memories, you might have had his body, but you never had his heart. Even if you had ten, or a hundred years...you'd still fail," declared Yaslyn, each word deliberately chosen.

Glancing at the door and listening carefully to ensure Amelia wasn’t approaching, I placed my coffee down on a nearby table and pulled it from the shelf. Chewing my lip, I flicked through the pages to find the specific page I was looking for and found it almost instantly. It was one of my favourite books that was written by a human, about a boy falling in love with a girl, struggling to confess his love to her, so he used a poetic way to confess. A hidden message between the lines, so he could tell her how he felt without really telling her. The only problem was that she never got to find out what it meant until it was too late. She lost him before she could confess her feelings were mutual.