Romans & histoires Unparalleled Beauty

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.

He said. Oh. Okay. So, I was expecting something from the middle class district but it was more, so much more. __ “What the actual heck, Peter! This is ‘not impressive’? You have a very flawed definition of the word.” I exclaimed Peter pulled into his house. It was breathtaking! This house also seemed a little too big for one person to stay in as well. I can't believe Peter said this house wasn't impressive…gosh, it was beautiful. “Stop, Nat. That's…I mean, it's really nothing impressive. Let's go in.” He said and led me inside.

"You know I'd never hurt you, right? But I'll stop if you only say the word. Never forget that, Alice, promise?" "Yes sir," I squeaked. "So are you ready to pay me?" I nodded eagerly, and he proceeded to strip me naked. When he bared my pussy, my hand darted down to cover it like a freshly opened wound, another old habit. Kiernan took both my hands into his and pressed his forehead to mine. "No matter what they did to you, you are still beautiful. You survived, you healed, and you blossomed. Beauty isn't a perfect or fragile ideal- it's a force, wild and fierce as fire, made to delight or destroy. And when you learn how to master this power as well as your others, you'll be able to make the

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

Whether it's funding education initiatives, championing environmental conservation, or advocating for social justice, Miranda endeavors to create a better world for future generations. Miranda's beauty, modernity, and wealth are not merely outward attributes but a reflection of her inner strength, resilience, and determination. She is an embodiment of success, gracefully navigating the complexities of life while inspiring those around her. Her presence is a testament to the limitless possibilities that arise when beauty, modernity, and prosperity converge in a remarkable individual.

And yet, there it was… my mark, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, as if it had been a part of her all along. This was a Haven I didn't recognize, a Haven who seemed to hold secrets and mysteries that I couldn't begin to fathom. Despite the unease that stirred within me, I couldn't deny the awe-inspiring beauty that stood before me. Haven was magnificent, her presence both captivating and intimidating, like a tempestuous storm that commanded respect and inspired fear.

“Do you want to know more about her?” She look at me unbelievably, before quickly nodding her head. “She’s great. She’s my everything. I always look up to her when I was a child. For me, she’s the epitome of the word beauty. I couldn’t find any exact words that can describe my mother.

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.

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.