True Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

One afternoon, David wrapped his arms around me from behind while I was playing with our daughter, his chin resting in the hollow of my shoulder. "Mrs. Sullivan, your acting back then was truly masterful. Even I almost believed you really had amnesia." I turned and kissed the corner of his lips, smiling without a word. I looked out the window where sunlight streamed in beautifully. Alex's shadow was nowhere to be seen. My daughter laughed, taking little steps and running toward me with outstretched arms, tumbling into my embrace. This was the fragrance of life I had personally created. The top note was new beginnings, the middle note was true love, and the base note was eternal peace.

She was beautiful. Not a magazine beauty, no. Not those retouched, smoothed, artificial bodies seen everywhere. A truer beauty, more vulnerable, more real. Her thighs a little strong, her soft belly with that crease when she stood straight, her slender arms, her prominent collarbones. Bruises on her hips how had she gotten them? Finger marks on her buttocks a recent lover? Old scars on her right knee a childhood fall, perhaps. Her body told a story. Hers. And it was that story that interested us, more than perfection.

You must be kidding or blind. She whipped out her tablet and tapped open a video. There he was, Marvin, the star of the show, tangled up with a bevy of women. That Marvin was a far cry from his usual straight-laced image; he was nothing but a lowlife, a complete sleazeball. "I just wanted to see what made this cheater so special that you'd cheat on my son. And what do I find? This piece of garbage. It's sickening." The moment Rebecca laid eyes on that video, she froze.

“And that’s why I love that you keep coming back here. Not for the sex—not yet anyway—but because you’re paying attention. You’re curious. You’re not hiding from yourself anymore.” She leaned forward, eyes bright and dangerous. “You’re figuring out who you are, babe. And what better way to do that than staring your dirtiest, most delicious desires straight in the eye—even if you haven’t touched them yet?” Then softer, like she was handing me something holy. “You don’t find truth by staying clean. You find it when you let yourself get messy.” A laugh escaped me, quiet but real. “That’s exactly why I keep showing up.” Jack raised his glass, smirking over the rim. “That, and the view.”

On it sat three identical figures, each one a version of me. One blazed with confidence. Regal. Her head held high, flames dancing along her shoulders, a crown of golden fire on her head Another hunched low, eyes downcast, arms cradling invisible wounds. She wore no armor just pain. The third stood calmly. Hands open, face steady, her aura a gentle glow. No flames. No shadows. Just presence. Naia stepped beside me. “One is ambition. One is pain. One is truth. Choose wisely. The waters remember everything including the lies we tell ourselves.”

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

I advise you not to push your luck. "Who knows what you went through during your two-year disappearance; maybe you've been with men all that time, and now you still want to compete with me..." As she spoke, her eyes glanced toward the door, and the next moment, she picked up the water from the table and poured it on her own face. "So cold." The delicate features of her face were stained with water, and her hair and foundation mixed together, giving her an indescribable vulnerability. Xavier, through the meeting room window, happened to see her distressed state.

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes