Novel & Cerita True Beauty Fanfiction

59 Sandra raised her eyes suddenly and gave me the same sort of inspection, as if she’d never really seen me before: and I guessed that for her it was much more a radical assessment. I was no longer the man she’d tricked rather easily with her charms and feminine ways, but the man who had discovered her duplicity. I was accustomed by now to seeing this new view of me when people had tried to deceive me, and although I might often regret it, there seemed no way of going back.

Though I can say that this lady in front me has the same level as that woman I pointed earlier in appearance. "Y-you're lying!" Her expression is a little pissed but her cheeks arw burning. "Why would I?" I started walking to that lady. "Excuse me." I politely said and wore my smile. I gave them a warm smile. "I'm Blue and I'm looking at you since earlier. I find you really attractive." "Oh, my. To think that I would be able to catch your attention. It's my pleasure. I'm Bianca." I'm not really interested.

Her answers revealed her passion for knowledge that he had never seen in a woman. It never occurred to both Minho and Jimin that true beauty lied in someone’s personality. They always thought that beauty was just the outer appearance. When Yuna’s true nature was revealed, they could sense that her passion was what made her seem more beautiful. Her eyes lit up and her whole being was like looking at a flower that was beginning to bloom.

I had called him a hollow vessel and a man who had sold his soul for a standing ovation, but I realized now how wrong I had been. "Because I wanted to see how the song ended," I said, my voice barely a whisper as I looked back at him. "And I realized I didn't want to read about the ending in someone else's column or see it on the news. I wanted to be the one who knew the truth, even if the truth was ugly." Kai reached out, his hand trembling as he found my face, his skin feeling rough and hot against my cheek as he touched me with a tentative, desperate kind of hunger. "The truth is a very hard thing to live with, Anya."

It wasn’t practiced. It was raw. It was real. No one could twist this. No one could leak it or post it or filter it. Because this was just them. Her heart thudded against her ribs. His breath came harder, more uneven now. Not because of desire, but because of truth. That dangerous, unstoppable kind of truth that changes everything. She pulled back first, only a little, but her eyes stayed on his and he let her. “Are you sure you want me?” Zane asked, his chest rose and fell. The sky became their witness, his words became manifestations.

Then, she parked the car by the side of the road and said, "It's not what it looks like. I did have a crush on Zachary, but I got over him ages ago. I was too foolish to realize that the person who truly loved me was—" "Who are you trying to fool?" I interrupted her. Then, I continued, "Your Facebook is filled with pictures of him, yet you've never posted a single photo of me throughout our entire relationship. You've always prioritized him over me. Why won't you just admit that you've never loved me, Willow Lockwood?" "This is all a huge misunderstanding. Please let me explain, Benjamin," she pleaded. "That won't be necessary. No one understands you better than I do. I can tell just how muc

Only that the broken girl inside me wanted, for the first time in her life, to belong to something that wasn’t pain. And Kael… He looked at me like I was the most beautiful wreck he’d ever seen. I backed up on the bed by instinct alone, heart hammering, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. I didn’t want to stop. He leaned forward, slow, deliberate, giving me all the time I needed to push him away, and hating that I didn’t. “I don’t want pretty lies,” I said, voice still shaking. “I want the truth.” His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face to meet his.

On the day he professed his love for me, I quietly posted something about my dream coming true. When he proposed to me, I wrote seriously, "I hope he really loves me." My postings were filled with him since I knew him. "I went for lunch with Camden at our teacher's place. My senior, Camden, said I took down great notes and told me to work harder." "Camden did not become a clinical doctor. He wanted me to take up the mantle. I don't want to disappoint him. I want to become an outstanding clinical doctor." "Please help. My kitten is sick. Are there any trustworthy veterinary hospital nearby?"

Untouched by truth. Perfect.

As I tried to run out, he tackled me, pinning me to the couch. “Poor Eva” he said mockingly. I struggled with all my might, but he had a firm grip on my wrists. Jace bent low to whisper in my ear. “Even if you decide to leave, who’s going to take care of you?” My chest tightened. Part of what made Jace my world was the convenience he brought when he wasn’t a douche. Jace was privileged to be born into Italian Aristocracy. When we met in our second year of college, He was a bit aloof but seemed to have the right intentions. I was his dream babe. Once we finished college, his aunt offered me a job as a chief editor of her lifestyle magazine- Christiana Couture. It was a great job with amazing