Unparalleled Beauty Novels & Stories

Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

The only sound we could hear was the boat. Nabrel was sitting on the other side of th boat, his back facing me. While I was busy capturing beautiful scenery using my polaroid camera. Belleza Eterna is indeed a beautiful place. Its beauty is undeniable and eternal. It is easy for everyone to find peace and beauty on this place. The alluring beauty of it was highlighted more by the seawater that encircling it which can fascinate connoisseurs with its very bright crystal clear water and well-developed barrier reefs.

Nice answer, if I tell him I have absolutely no idea that it also came as a shock to me he will look down on me and you know. "We both know you've been ugly up until the time of your birthday, tell me what happened." He demanded. "I look at myself every single day dumbfounded at how beautiful I was but you and everyone always thought I was ugly, I don't care what y'all think of me, I'm beautiful whether ugly or now." That's a paradox right there, 'beautifully ugly' he stared at me with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word, I gave him the perfect answer without revealing anything.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

The inky waves seemed to capture the essence of the night itself, weaving a tapestry of enchantment around her. When she started to walk away, the way she moved was an interplay of moonbeams and shadows that accentuated the contours of her face, highlighting the regal features that marked her as a leader among her kind. I admired the graceful lines, the subtle curve of her jaw, and the regal arch of her brows. It was a symphony of beauty that resonated with the timeless allure of immortality. In my eyes, she embodied a rare fusion of strength and grace, her beauty transcending the superficial to become a reflection of the supernatural world they inhabited. Her allure was not merely skin deep

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Because of their beauty. Oh, goddess. How could anyone look so breathtaking? Even though I had seen them before, they were still utterly stunning. They weren’t the muscular kind of attractive like most men. No, their beauty was something else entirely—refined, striking. They were flawless without looking feminine. Their faces were identical, sculpted so perfectly it felt as though the goddess had taken her time crafting a masterpiece.

The thought of having another child filled her with more joy than fear, except for the fear of possibly doing it alone if Greg refused to accept the situation, which was the most likely outcome. It was puzzling how a woman like Marianne, full-figured and beautiful, with a warm and loving personality, ended up with a self-centered man like Greg. Marianne's curves and Brazilian skin tone complemented her light brown hair and eyes, and her lips were designed for warm, heartfelt kisses. She had a natural beauty that radiated from within, and she had a heart of gold. But low self-esteem can lead people to settle for less; Marianne lost her mother at a young age and her father was always away on b