True Beauty Suho Novels & Stories

"Yvonne, there's still a project to wrap up at work. I have to fly overseas this afternoon." He hung up immediately after. See? He didn't even bother to come up with a new excuse anymore. And to think I used to believe him so foolishly. I opened WhatsApp, about to type a reply—when a notification came in for a new post on Instagram. It was a photo of him and Willow. "Off to attend my husband's uncle's engagement party as a little family of three! So excited for a proper family dinner!" Just as I was about to comment, it showed as hidden—not visible to me anymore.

I should have known, if let out anger, don't have to be angry. The next day before class started, Naura and I decided to hang out at the canteen first. Take advantage of Wi-Fi network access to download the latest Korean dramas. "Na, what's the name of the Drakor who plays Eunwoo?" I rolled my eyes lazily at Naura's question. "Eunwoo did not just play the drama once, Ra." "The one who became Suho, you know, Na." "True Beauty," I replied then sucked my lemon iced tea.

He took her to the very heights of pleasure before pushing her body to the brink which made her body fall apart with a loud cry. Rahul rolled to the side, as he doesn't want to crush his weight on her. He looked at her as he propped himself in his hand. She looked like a mess. But she was his art that made him complete. He wanted to infuse her into the body if possible but couldn't. Her presence made his life filled with colors and a rainbow. His lips curved upwards as he watched her slip into a deep slumber. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped a duvet around them before falling asleep with his heart feeling contented not before muttering I Love you in her ears.

Thinking that all he is doing is for the good of the country. My hunger had suddenly gone, as l clenched my fists eager to get away from this irritating man. " Oh you offended. It's relatable that all this is brought upon you all just because you are born with a silver spoon." He continued as he circled around me there and there taking some strands of my hair in his hands feeling it's texture. I start to fidget wanting him away from me. "Sosuke sama here is the food." One of those ladies dressing in a fancy bright kimono announced as she bowed her head going down with her hair which was styled nicely.

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

Sarah “You are stunning,” Lucas says, as we wake up the next morning. His brilliant eyes captivate mine and I never want to look away. I want to stay in his arms forever. “And you are gorgeous,” I tell him. “I’m so lucky to have you. We’re so lucky to have this. It’s worth every bit of work we’ve put in so far and even… it’s worth the pain as long as we end up together in the end. I would do anything to be with you.”

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

He looked better every day, more color, more solidity, the gaunt hollowness of his coma weeks gradually filling back in. He'd started eating four meals a day with the focused dedication of someone making up for lost time, and Joss had declared his recovery nothing short of medically inexplicable, which we all understood was her careful way of saying miraculous without compromising her professional credibility. "Then what does it respond to?" I asked. "Truth," he said simply. I waited for more. He seemed content to let the word sit there doing its work. "You're going to have to be more specific than that," I said finally.

Then a young handsome guy of not more than 24 years and an exact look alike of Adon, walked in with a lady beside him. “Niklause”? Adon called the guy in shock and somewhat excitement. “What on earth are you doing in Vegas”?. “In other words I should leave right”? “No kiddo, come here”. The guy whose name was Niklause walked over to Adon and they both hugged each other tightly. “Is this your girlfriend”? “Yes she’s his girlfriend”. Mrs. Grace replied happily. Shirley scoffed lowly. As if he heard something, Adon turned in her direction.” What was that”?

I can't allow this to happen. “I'd love that,” I say, betraying my moral compass. We start to peel our layers off in front of each other. Everything else goes away as I take in her body. It's perfect. She's gorgeous. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than her. “You're stunning,” I say. “It matches your soul.” “Thank you,” she blushes. “You're handsome. It matches your beautiful soul.” I know I don't have a beautiful soul, of course. I don't understand how she even thinks that. I imagine my darkness must seep through everything I do.