Novel & Cerita True Beauty Fanfiction

"60 seconds. That's all I need" "Ughhhh...okay. 60 seconds" "Thank you" "58 seconds left" "Oh, right" I felt the familiar tingling sensation from my toes straight to my head as True took over just like she always did. Not my whole body, just my mind and then my eyes would change colour. "Kiara, are you okay?" Calvin asked. "Guess what, it's not Kiara here" True replied "Hmm, what's your name, little wolf?" "One, I'm not a little wolf. Two, I'm True..."

I pouted childishly and she stopped what she was doing, using a napkin to quickly wipe her hands and turned to face me. "If the truth was sweet dear, every human will be very honest and there'll be no lies in this world but since the case is opposite, you need to know how to differentiate between someone trying to hurt you or someone trying to tell you the truth. You said it yourself that you've met this cute guy thrice. Not once o abi twice but three good times and yet, you're still waiting for God to come down from heaven and personally announce to you that the right man has arrived. Well, you're jonzing and if you keep jonzing, another ready person will grab their copy. Simple!" she told

The one she gets when she feels too much all at once. The one I’ve somehow already learned to recognize. Maya glances away first. “I’m trying really hard not to fall too fast.” I don’t hesitate. Not even for a second. “Too late for me.” Her head snaps back up. Shock. Disbelief. Hope. All of it flashing across her face. And this time? I don’t look away. Because some things deserve the truth. And the truth is simple. I’ve never been this guy before. But for her? I want to be.

"Honey, Thomas has agreed to the marriage. I always thought he was a good match, and look—he said yes right away. "He wants both families to have dinner together the day after tomorrow and make it official. I know you like Zachary, but if he doesn't treat you right, just leave him. Okay?" Tears streamed down my face in an instant. I forced myself to say "okay" through the lump in my throat. Zachary, I wouldn't marry you anymore. After such a disgusting betrayal, the sooner things ended, the better. Looking around my home, I suddenly realized—traces of Willow and him were everywhere. I just never noticed before.

“Tell me something true, Marcus. Just one thing. Was any of it real? Or was I always the exit strategy like the files said?” Marcus reached for her again. This time she let him. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks like he could wipe away the damage. “It started as a plan. I will not lie to you anymore. But somewhere along the way it became real. You became real. The way you look at me. The way you touch me. The way you chose me even when you knew everything. That is real. That is the only real thing I have left.”

Maybe if we had done that earlier, all this shit with wouldn’t have happened”. Paul stood looking at her speechless; he was at a loss for word. Of course he didn’t give two dime what she felt but he had to pretend like he cared at least until he completes his father’s mission. “Baby… I didn’t want you to see me as a regular rich boy looking for a slut to warm his bed. I wanted to be different I wanted you to see me as honest”. “Yeah…you were different but not completely honest”. A brief silence followed before she continued “May be Adon was right after all”. She turned to leave and as she held the door knob. Paul spoke.

He will make sure that that is exactly what happens. "You want to mark me first love? Okay, we can do that. You are a beautiful, strong, warrior of a woman, and I would be honored to be your equal. In both our relationship, and this pack, or whatever pack we end up in if this fight doesn't go our way." Ansel agrees.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

to him of course. Her real self wasn’t gorgeous or spectacular. You can barely call her beautiful but she was like an angel to him. Her character may have been horrible but her true self was the most beautiful thing he knew of. He liked the girl, in fact, he loved the girl but her fake self was a thorn. He met her, the whole crew did and he did an amazing job hiding his true feelings but now he wished he didn’t because he might never see her again. He was going to make time, whether they saved Prestoria or not, whether he survived or not. He was going to come back for her and express his true feelings to her, and then maybe just maybe, she would open up to him and not make him feel like tras

Ann is acting as if nothing is happening and I am glad she is not pressurizing me to tell her what is happening. Two nights ago, I was trying to convince myself that there is nothing between Antonio and me so it will be easy to say the same thing to others who are suspicious of us. But now, I know and I can not deny the fact that there is something between us. Something beautiful. Springing up like flowers. This is my Father's definition of true love. True love is like a flower that needs to be watered with trust, faith, understanding, patience, loyalty, and honesty. If it is not watered, it might die but when watered, it begins to grow daily.