Tsunade Beautiful Novels & Stories

The woman within the light comes further into focus as she lands softly upon the water’s surface, the blinding glow dimming enough for me to properly see her. She’s beautiful. No. Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word. Long white-gold hair cascades around her like liquid moonlight, and her dress looks woven from clouds and silver light, drifting weightlessly around her. Her face is impossibly perfect, the very embodiment of grace and beauty, but it’s the kindness in her expression that shocks me most. Not arrogance. Not cold divinity. Warmth. Gentleness. This is undoubtedly Selene. Every instinct inside me screams to bow.

Her blond, wavy hair glistening beneath the moonlight, like a sort of intangible halo. "Thank you, Danny!" Her smiles widen. There's only one word recite inside his mind. Beautiful. Seiran's visage could bewitch anyone, and she is irresistible. A natural seductress. Nevertheless, Seiren is mine. And, mine, alone.

He thought he’d only enjoy messing with Kane, but now, I am not so sure it is just about Kane anymore, it feels more. It doesn’t help how beautiful she is. There are very few women in this pack who come close to her in beauty and even then they don’t have her smile, the passion in her eyes, her confidence, and her personality. None of them look or feel like her because not everyone would have marble like skin as smooth and soft as vanilla, lock dark her that makes her dark powerful eyes look even more enchanting. She looks amazing but isn’t even her full potential because of the way she has been dressed. My brother couldn’t even get her decent clothes that don’t make her look like a beggar o

“Ouch!” “Azania Kunene,” The figure said in a warm familiar voice. My eyes trailed from her barefoot, and followed the long white garment, and my breath caught in my throat when I finally saw her face. She was by far the most beautiful woman I'd ever set my eyes on; olive in complexion, tall, and elegant. She was simply exquisite. The tight pull-up on her royal jet black hair framed her oblong face perfectly well, exposing her upturned brown eyes, medium refined nose, and plump full lips.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

His every move was reserved and elegant. Then he went to the opposite seat and sat down. "Hello! What would you like to eat?" Adrian directly ordered two steaks and her favorite dessert to the waiter. "Go ahead! What can I do for you?" "Why do you sound so unhappy?" Su took a sip of juice, supported his chin with one hand, and said with a faint smile. Su sat by the window. The golden sunlight scattered down on her body, scattering her long black hair on her back. She was as beautiful as a painting.

By the time he was done preparing coffee he heard the door unlocking sound, which got his attention. Anbu came out wearing a white dress, drying her hair with a towel as she walked to the balcony. Rishi's eyes weren't ready to leave her sight. She was looking god damn gorgeous in that white dress, the way she flipped her hair from right shoulder to left shoulder was a whole show for him. How can someone look attractive effortlessly ? He asked himself and smiled looking at her. He can literally feel the creaminess of her skin, waving her hairs in the air she looked here and there casually, that's when she noticed Rishi's eyes on her.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

The gorgeous dark-haired beauty asks the group. She pulls off her sarong. Fuck me dead. The tiniest, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination bikini is exposed underneath. She has legs that go on for days. Her ass is toned and pert as though she does a million squats per day. She's lean, but toned. She has a manageable-sized rack, more than enough for my hands, but she's in proportion. I bet she's a model. She looks like it. "Fuck me." Mason curses beside us.

Maybe because she's Lazarus' ex-girlfriend and ex-fiancée. She's treating me well, so I should return her kindness. I turned to her, and it seemed like my clothes were shy compared to her simple outfit, but even in an oversized tee, she still looked beautiful. Some strands of her hair were escaping the tie and falling gently on the corner of her lovely face. She really had the Vicedo genes, clear skin, and luckily, I had my own advantages thanks to Irithel Vicedo. With Dome's gym alone, I was already in great shape.