Words To Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

For so long, the big devil had longed so hard to call his woman the pet name that had been haunting his dreams, and driving him Insane. She was his Pompom, not his Cinderella. Exhaling the cold breeze in, Royalty looked at his woman again. She was as short as a tissue, and round as a ball. The sexy neon lights radiated perfectly on her innocent round face, the big devil sucked in a stunned breath again. How devilishly attractive was this woman? He wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy, but his woman was glowing sexily. Even with the huge rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, Cinderella looked so wickedly attractive tonight, he could literally chew her raw.

Her eyes were the prettiest and Her lips were full and luscious. Her skin was radiant. My mate was alluring and everything about her was screaming enchanting! That was something I had never seen around one woman. I've had my fair share of women but this woman right here was a whole package. “Yeah, Yeah, Shakespeare, I get it. I never peg you for a poet.” Havoc teased. I groaned.” I swear Havoc, if you don't shut up I will lock you up forever.” “You wouldn't dare to keep me away from my mate, mutt!”

“Hey!!, what nonsense are you spouting?,” Siddharth glared at her with warning, “To describe a man, you can use a series of words such as handsome, cool, perfect, etc., but you must not use the word ‘Beautiful’!!, are you trying to say that I am a sissy?,”

Immediately she felt not only inferior in the beauty department but a great big clumsy horse by comparison. The woman wasn’t walking, she was floating. She was really quite tiny, with an Aphrodite figure, a creamy, unlined complexion, and the shiniest blonde hair Genie had ever seen. They all watched her approach, every single one of them, with various expressions written on their faces.

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.

A blonde woman had walked into the room unnoticed and stood beside Soren. She was stunningly beautiful. Comparing her to a model would be an insult. Her long hair, like solid gold, and jade eyes were more akin to that of an angel. Pale fingers playfully twisted the back of Soren’s hair, and the woman crooned, “And who might this pretty woman be, Soren?” I was going to end up permanently blind from the sight of Soren and this strange woman together. She fit in perfect with his intimidatingly striking appearance and carried the same vaguely dominating atmosphere.

It sounded the same as the melody in the ring before. Chase looked at the woman. She had beautiful, fair skin, and soft features. Her eyes glistened with emotions and had a certain allure to them. The woman had no Adam's apple and had perky breasts. She had a small waist and long, slender legs. She was taller than most women as well. He gave her a puzzled look. "Aren't you a man?" The woman broke out with a chuckle. Her mannerisms were just like a woman's.

I heard the woman say. I opened my mouth and was about to speak but was suddenly caught off guard by her beauty. She was a mature lady with voluptuous hips and really nice curves and heavy titties. Her red hair were in curls and pinned away from her face but they seemed fiery under the sun. Her pale skin was flawless, while her red lips contrasted with her green eyes. Now that's the palest woman I've ever seen in my whole life. It seemed as though she came right away from a vampire's diary.

NOAH POV when I looked at the beautiful woman walking towards us, I was speechless, I have no words for this forbidden fruit she was a sinful woman. Her white skin cries out for my hands, her shapely legs, her abdomen is flat, she has exquisite curves, and her breasts protrude from the tiny fabric that covers them. Her figure moves as if she were in a delicious erotic dance with every step she takes, getting closer, her blonde hair seems to shine under the light from the sun as it falls perfectly straight to her waist and moves slightly with the fresh maritime breeze.

Ash hums appreciatively, “You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous and bloody gorgeous to boot. I mean, those curves? Woman… I would worship those curves if you’d let me.” She flushes a little and takes a slight step back. “Sorry, too forward?” She tilts her head a little, and grunts,