Unparalleled Beauty Novels & Stories

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

I said to myself refusing to believe someone was actually behind me. “You are not going crazy Khalid, everything you see or hear here is real”. The voice said once again. Astonished, I turned to see the most perfect and beautiful being that could ever exist. Her heavenly beauty is a true embodiment of grace, radiance, and perfection. Every aspect of her physical features seems carefully crafted by the hands of divine artisans. Her face is flawless , adorned with features that exude elegance. The smoothness of her complexion rivals the softest petals of a delicate flower.

"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?"

I have nothing to worry about anymore. "Let's go and join them." Beauty held my hand tightly, and I nodded. The place is beautiful. Nature is untouchable with its virgin beauty. The river glimmers like crystal clear, and the air is fresh. The birds are chirping, and the most magnificent sound you hear in the background is the dances of the trees around. Beauty's sister, Amalia, her husband, and her mother are already on the river's edge, having their swim. They're waiting for us. There's also another group on the other side, and I believe they're a friend of theirs.

^^ with you gem so that I would rank higher or stand a better chance to be promoted. Was done in a braide atop whilst the rest flowed behind, her face glowing with immerse beauty that if anyone sees her would not only be shocked but Envious.. at the same time admire this beauty here. Her beauty was minimalist and nice to watch as if wanting to watch this beauty for so long... so malevolent.

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.

It was a spectacle unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it left an indelible mark on her heart. Eager to explore Rio's natural beauty, Luna visited the iconic Sugarloaf Mountain. She rode the cable car to the summit, marveling at the panoramic views of the city, the sparkling ocean, and the surrounding mountains. The sight was a testament to Rio's stunning natural landscape, and Luna couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for being able to witness such beauty.

It struck him like a sudden wave of flood, what he had missed earlier. It was probably what his cousin had also seen in her. She was even more beautiful up closed, the way her curly midnight dark hair was framed beautifully across her oval face. Those crystalline rare colored pair of gaze were large and fit perfectly into her face, giving her an ethereal look. She was a fragile beauty. The rare kind of beauty that couldn't be explained with plain words, radiated strongly from within her and spread its scent everywhere she passed. There was a strange sensation sizzling through him the longer he observed her.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.