Novel & Cerita Words To Pretty Woman

Women like her… they don’t know how to hold their tongues. I remembered every word of that night. The way Mrs. Vale’s voice cut like glass, her insult delivered not in anger but in a cold, deliberate tone meant to wound. She had called me unworthy. A woman of no true standing, nothing but a pretty face that could be replaced with a prettier one at will. And Julian had stood there—watched me bleed beneath her words, then turned on me when I pushed back. No, he had meant every silence. And she had meant every word.

Crystal noticed their rapid hand movements which went along with their voices that came out incoherent and angry. "... Adeline, stop this, okay!?" Cyrus's voice came out louder which caused the woman to flinch. Crystal furrowed her eyebrows when she remembered it was the woman he had been talking about to his friend. When the woman turned around, Crystal closed the door slightly, leaving a small space for her to peek. She eyed the curvy body of the petite woman, taking in how the short dress she wore hugged her small frame to her lucious brown wavy hair to her plump rosey lips. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched as well as her perfectly pointed nose. Crystal was envious of how beautiful she

He didn’t seem to resist her affections, and I assumed there was something between them. That was fine with me. Dane Wiltshire had shown himself to be rude, arrogant, and condescending. So what did I want with him? Yes, he was handsome, but, how does the saying go? “Handsome is as handsome does.” I think the word in the saying is “pretty” and that it’s applied to women, but no matter. I applied it here. Let Dane have Gwaniella or vice versa. The two of them were nothing to me.

Because the person who's walking toward me is. Well, it's sure as hell not Rick. He's damn sure not a young woman who is....holy shit. I've never thought the word beautiful was insufficient before. It always seemed just fine to me. Just another word in the dictionary, one I'd casually use on various women in the distant past. But suddenly it sounds like a random collection of letters in my head that can't do justice to the woman walking toward me.

The woman squatted down in front of Anne and looked at her expectantly. Anne frowned and nodded with her hands on her ears. "Yes." "Phew!" The woman breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "That's great... it's much more convenient to communicate like this. Young Master Tim... he's really impressive. Or should I say..." Speaking of this, the woman paused and looked at Anne. "Is it all the trouble made by the beauty?" "Huh?" Anne was surprised. "What do you mean?" "Haha!" The woman laughed brightly. "Don't you understand? I was supposed to say 'dangerous beauty', but... you are so beautiful, so cute, and... uh, so well-educated. I don't think the word dangerous beauty is suitable for you."

Sherman smiled, nodded, and told Kingsley to drive carefully. In fact, Sherman was very lively and beautiful... After Sherman hanging up the phone, Grace said, "I read some beautiful words from a book. No woman can win a man's respect only by her beauty. No woman can win a man's admiration without adornment. No woman can be young and beautiful forever. A smart woman always knows how to take care of herself and improve herself. There is no natural beauty in a woman, but only efforts work on her. To possess beauty is not to please others. It is to respect yourself, because you are more important than you think..."

Finally he said, “Thanks, I think, for the compliment. If that’s what it was. But in answer to your question, I repeat, you’re kidding, right? A smart, pretty woman with a sense of humor, a body to die for, and an accent that sounds like warm honey? A man would have to be dead to not look.” Dixie felt as if her feet were nailed to the floor. There was fire in her cheeks, her heart was pounding and deep inside, in places she’d thought long dead, a tingling danced along nerve endings. And her brain was frozen, along with her mouth. She couldn’t seem to get any words past her lips. What did a woman say to something like that, anyway? “Uh, thank you. But I’m not available.” There. That should do

Her delicate, refined features made her look like a lotus untouched by mud. Bright eyes, white teeth, and an expressive gaze. Her soft red lips curled in a gentle, charming smile. Tut tut tut, Amanda couldn’t help thinking—what a beautiful woman. If this were ancient times, she’d be the kind of beauty that could topple a kingdom. Compared to Amanda’s own striking beauty—cool, bold, radiant—this woman was the picture of elegance. Jennifer subtly glanced at Amanda. So, this was Benjamin’s wife? She was stunning, like a temptress who’d descended to earth, born to steal men’s souls.

Niko walked around as he wondered if they could actually get something worth buying here. As they walked through the rows following the woman, several heads turned their way. Niko was tall and attractive while Reyna was astonishingly beautiful. She was the kind of beauty that you wondered why you were seeing her just walking around. The kind that should be in a a magazine cover. Despite her simple dress, she looked just as elegant.

Dexie marveled at the woman’s beauty. While her facial features were not stunningly beautiful, her fair skin and delicate figure were pleasing to the eye. Her pleasant facial features and perfectly shaped face were simply dazzling. Her expression exuded elegance, with a gentle smile, and dazzling eyes that captivated Dexie’s attention. Dexie hesitated as she gazed at the photo, unable to look away from the woman’s beauty.