Unparalleled Beauty Novels & Stories

"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?"

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

Anirudh's pov Gorgeous is a very small word to explain what she is. Her beauty, her innocence is out of this world. I can not find a proper word to describe her. Looking at her smile anyone can forget their pain and tension… These innocent and heavenly beauty's are really rare; they are very few in this world but the few here are with someone who is worthy of them, not someone who is unworthy. Antara is only that an innocent and heavenly beauty that should be with me not my worthless brother.

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.

She had a tall and chiseled figure, and her cloud-like golden hair floated gently in the wind. Her skin was like snow, her body graceful, and her two long, straight jade legs were incomparably attractive under the thin shroud. The blue tulle skirt split a long slit with the pace of her walking. Her long glistening white legs were perfectly exposed from the toes to the thighs. The image was so beautiful it caused palpitations in the heart. Presently, Athena was considered the most beautiful of her generation. But compared with this one who came in, one would feel she was a bit less attractive…

It took me a long time to forget what Mrs Souza did to me that night. My life improved when I moved to the capital. In Utopia, things become even clearer. I came to a utopian to enter university. By then, I had realized why Mrs. Souza was attracted to me as other girls were. They nicknamed me “The eyes of Poseidon” because of my blue eyes, which they said were more beautiful than the ocean, a compliment I was used to receiving. It is not that different with a girl from our campus nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks” because of her beauty.

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

she replied. Without rushing, Murat began to undress Emily with tenderness. He traced her beautiful body with his lips, each smooth curve making him desire her even more until his desire hardened. Every touch from Murat left Emily longing for the next one. She seemed unwilling for time to pass until it was time to go home from work. Even a whole night wouldn't be enough to share the beauty of their love. Her prince had brought her into a mystical realm, binding her once-free soul.