Unparalleled Beauty Novels & Stories

Her eyes are riveted on the man that walks across the room to join the alpha. The man in question is gorgeous. He is tall, extremely fit, and well-muscled. He has a beautiful face with a strong jaw and he has a luscious head full of soft brown hair that fluffs up on top of his head with volume that Kimmy would kill for.

But she, she could probably make supermodel body-conscious. Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen a she-wolf look this good. Ever. Same with humans. There are a few supernaturals who are gifted with incredible beauty though, so that could be it. The thing with this is that, as a rule, anything too unnaturally pretty or ugly, by and large, means predators. Unnatural ugliness is generally a good way to scare people. A lot of things thrive of fear. Either they feed on it, or grow stronger with it, or just enjoy terrifying their preys. Typically, there is a ratio, the uglier it gets, the scarier it is. Like if the inner ugliness or monster hood is reflected in its appearance. And there is a similar

I brush it away, fingertips skimming warm skin, and my stomach knots when I catch the faint shimmer of dried tears. Why was she crying again? Was it because of me? The thought feels like a punch under the ribs. My heart cringes. This girl is extraordinarily beautiful, naturally ― not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. She’s beautiful in that rare, infuriating way — not because she tries, but because she doesn’t. No fake lashes, no overdrawn lips, no designer filters. Just Aria — real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable. Shit.

He couldn’t deny that there was a depth to his connection with her that was different from anything he had ever experienced. He admitted, in the quiet of his thoughts, that Aria was unlike anyone he had ever known. Of all the women who had passed through his life, none could compare to her—not in beauty, not in kindness, not in the way she made him feel. Physically, she was incomparable. He had known beauty before, had been surrounded by it, but with Aria, it was something more than just her appearance. It was in the way her smile made his heart race, the way her touch made him feel seen, heard, and understood. Her beauty wasn’t just skin-deep; it radiated from within, and that was what made

It feels like we’ve stumbled into Narnia all of a sudden. “Holy shit.” I say, taking in all this unearthly beauty with my eyes. If I see a fucking sprite run by right now, I won’t be surprised. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He points out, standing right next to me It’s more than just beautiful. It’s amazing and mesmerizing. There’s an untamed beauty to it with flowers of different kinds I’ve never seen before, vines and vegetation running free with butterflies casually flying by. “What is this place?” I ask, looking at him now.

The caress of this soft rustle against an on-looking ear joined my senses, swooning in song with the summer breeze. Her beauty was unequivocally extraordinary-a creation of nature fashioned to perfection. She bore a face with high cheekbones wedged between an elegantly slim nose, giving her an aura-like beauty marked by elegance and finesse. Her eyes sparkled with the glow of diamonds in the gloom, warmth radiating from them with such command that I hardly could help but feel invited by their allure. At that moment, I actually thought that it was quite amusing; a slow grin stretched across my face like an indelible stain.

"Love is a flaw. An imperfection. A corruption of ordered existence. I will restore reality to perfect stasis. No more suffering. No more loss. Just eternal peace." "That's not peace," I said, finding courage I didn't know I had. "That's death. Life is chaos. Love is messy. Growth is unpredictable. That's what makes it beautiful." "Beauty requires chaos?" "Yes. Real beauty, anyway. Not mathematical perfection. But the beauty of watching someone change and grow. The beauty of choosing to love someone even when it's hard. The beauty of creating something new that never existed before." The Unmaker processed this. "Your words make no logical sense. Yet you believe them absolutely. Why?"

He seems to put a drug on her, which makes her have no conscious at all. ”What a beautiful angel that was sent from the heaven. I am sure that you are a priceless treasure” They say that beauty is power, that beauty can be your most powerful weapon. Beauty is something that everyone must attain in order to be treated fairly in this world, but then? There is also saying that 'too much is dangerous'. The fact that Lily Morgan was such a beauty that can even be compared to those beauty that goddesses have. It also makes her feel a doubt whether she can be safe in this kind of world.

Thunderclouds became flocks of luminous birds. Everywhere, she felt the pulse of human emotion — joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness — flowing like a symphony without conductor or score. “This is what we are,” she said softly. “The sum of everything we’ve ever felt.” Lumen’s light rippled. We-did-not-know-beauty-could-hurt. “That’s how you know it’s real,” Sophia replied. “Beauty isn’t perfection. It’s impermanence.” The entity paused. And yet-you-endure.

Across eyes that find mine instantly. And hold. He doesn't move. Doesn't need to. Some people enter a room. Lucian changes the gravity of one. The lantern flames sway in the breeze. Their light dances across the sharp lines of his face. God. He's beautiful. Not in a safe way. Not in a gentle way. In the way oceans are beautiful. In the way storms are beautiful. The kind of beauty that reminds you nature doesn't ask permission to be powerful. His posture radiates certainty.