Novel & Cerita Words To Pretty Woman

Emerald turned her head and froze. A stunning woman walked in—small, delicate, breathtaking. Her aura was so soft, she looked breakable. There was no one in this world who could match Rafael’s wife in beauty—no goddess, no queen, no mortal soul. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was otherworldly. Soft, angelic, a presence that felt carved from light itself. Her very existence seemed to quiet a room, as if the air paused just to take her in. Emerald, who had never once felt drawn to a woman, found herself momentarily breathless in her presence—flattened, disarmed, undone—because standing before that ethereal grace felt like standing before something divine.

After that, only then would they bend over. But this woman . . . fūck. Her skin glowed bronze beneath my room’s dim light, and her body . . . fūcking hell. Round ass, long and beautiful legs, tiny waist, the sweetest little pūssy, and firm, perky boobs—not big, but enough for a handful and tipped with hard, rosy nipples that were perfect for sūcking and nibbling. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and she stared at me half-nervous in those big, brown eyes.

Her curves were a masterpiece of nature, a symphony of soft, rounded lines that seemed to invite my touch, my caress. And her eyes, those breathtaking, light brown eyes, shone like pools of liquid gold, filled with a deep, abiding wisdom, a spark of mischief, and a love that had been mine to cherish for so many precious years. She was, indeed, a treasure, a gem beyond price. She was the most amazing woman I had ever, in my lifetime, had the pleasure of knowing… let alone being mated to… by choice, of course.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

That woman began to walk up but Davis stopped her to move further. Porishma looked at that woman again and observed her features. Her eyes were like an ocean, long slender neck and hands, slim body that held perfect curves in short Perfection. That woman was the epitome of perfection. Suddenly that woman looked at Porishma and asked her, "Who are you?". Davis's holds were tightened on Porishma's waist. "I am-", Porishma was about to introduce herself but that woman cut off her and responded with an evil smirk, "Oh wait I know who you are?".

the host announced as everyone gasped as they took sight of the woman striding down the white carpet. Everyone held their breath while their eyes feasted on the gorgeous women who looked as beautiful as the roses decorating the hall. The skirt of her dress draped across the floor as she strode with confidence and an alluring smile on her lips. Vivacious, beautiful and charming, no words seem to fit what the people view her as. Their eyes glimmered with excitement as they realized who this gorgeous woman was. ‘Zane Fangs’ who said she is a brat, this woman before them clearly is a mature and dominant woman no man can say no to.

It seemed like they were out of place in the bland coffee shop, they almost jumped out at you with their beauty. The woman’s skin was so soft and flawless as it stretched across her elegant face. Her big brown eyes were perfectly proportionate to her small nose and full lips. Her small body was as evenly sculpted as her face. The muscles showed even when she wasn’t flexing them and her skin tight shirt showcased her flat stomach as her dark blue jeans complimented her tight rear end.

" Stop drooling!... A woman like that can't hang out with Sotomayor, I bet she's a gold digger! What did you see in her? " The money," he opened his eyes trying to find an answer, "Although now that I think about it since the damn pig returned from her trip she is a very attractive woman, so she is a smart woman, she catches a rich fish, young and beautiful...." " I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about Jina What could Sotomayor have seen her?" " It's obvious no, there's that little face, and the legs, and that hair... the supermodel body... She's a real beauty... Sure you're not jealous?"

she replied. She had some wicked curves. She wasn't a tall stick figure like half the women he usually met. Instead she was petite, very rounded with the kind of full curves, generous hips and lush breasts revealed in the tight singlet she was wearing. She wasn't putting on anything fashionable but still his heart pick up its pace and his recently dormant cock came awake in his pants. The woman was sexy in a way that women didn't seem to allow themselves to be sexy anymore. Her looks, however, merely started the fire in his gut. Her untouchable, out-of-place demeanor stoked it until it almost engulfed him.