Romans & histoires Unparalleled Beauty

“ ... FLASHBACK. As her usual morning routine was, Bellamy took her canvas outside and began painting. She wanted to express on her feelings of the early morning sun on paper but she found herself drawing something else. It was a huge unicorn with a magical whirlpool in front of it. “ It's ugly." Eight years old Bellamy cried. “ What's wrong, darling?" Queen Minerva asked. “ My painting. It's ugly. " She cried harder. Queen Minerva looked at the painting and shook her head. “ It's not ugly dear. It's beautiful in its own way. Not every thing in this world has to be as perfect as you are. " “ I'm not perfect. " Bellamy frowned. “ I'm sorry but you are perfect in my years. My little baby girl

Then I turned back to the mountains. They were fully in the light now, the gold of dawn replaced by the clearer light of early morning, the specific truthful light that came after the beauty of the first light and was less dramatic and somehow more real, that showed you the thing as it was rather than as it was gilded. They were, still extraordinary. The beauty did not require the gold. The beauty was structural, was in the shape of them, the specific authority of peaks that had been making their argument against the sky for ten thousand years and had not found the argument wanting. "Kai Aldric Blackwood," I said.

Her beauty was ethereal. It was a beauty that could bring the world to its knees. Her jet-black hair was tousled, but it only added to her allure. Her eyes sparkled like an autumn lake, and her skin was as white as snow. The woman of every man’s dream was standing right before him. Kiran was stunned. Like a lotus flower blooming in clear waters, her beauty was natural and pure. She was simple and unadorned, yet not many in the world could reach the height of her loveliness.

The flower, once a symbol of the pain of being overlooked, now felt like a connection to someone who truly saw her. At that moment, Mandisa reflected on Hailey's words. Beauty was not defined solely by fair skin or conventional standards; it transcended color and form. It was about strength, resilience, and the light within a person. Mandisa thought of all the scars she bore, not just on her body but on her spirit as well. Each mark told a story of survival and tenacity. As she held the flower close, she realized that true beauty comes from embracing one's own story, flaws, and all. It was in the quiet strength that radiates from within, in the kindness shown to others, and in the ability to

kola admits. "That's why I'm the current most beautiful girl in Nigeria (MBGN) and Miss World. Titles meant for only Beautiful and Bold ladies like me" she stated proudly. "Yeah, I'm honoured talking to you". Kola kept on blabbing and blabbing until Chimamanda got tired and pushed him to the dance floor.

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.

Raisa looked down in shame, then gently kissed the real flowers. "Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body

"I thought you were someone else." He was stunned by the goddess of beauty standing before him and was completely captivated by her unique charm. He had never seen this kind of pure beauty in his life, a beauty blended with sharpness and strong features that seemed to dominate her entire presence. He was lost in the deep blue of her eyes, his gaze wandering over every inch of her face. Her features were beyond perfection.

My words really got to him. The doors opened as I took in the environment once again. The colour was very similar to the gate's colour. The real difference was that the butter dominated the maroon inside. We got to the main parlour. The whole place was fully decorated. Abigail really did a great job. I loved the way the violet coloured sofa blended so well with the white coloured wall. The artworks she hanged on the wall were mesmerizing. I found myself feeling the painting with the tips of my fingers. The house was a duplex. The silver plates stair rims was shimmering. She did a great job.

We both ran, but I was following his lead, wondering and trying to guess what other beauty there could be where mountains, and hills were. But to my surprise, he was right. It was a great water fall. If the water fall was a human, I would call him charismatic. The water that flowed down to the river was white, and beautiful, and then the mountain itself was an art, one that was uniquely carved by the heavens. “Oh, my. You are right. This is one beauty, and I think it’s the most beautiful thing I have set my eyes upon since I opened my eyes to see.” I said, with emotions taking over me.