You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You really need to learn some self-restraint. Your needs are way too high. You're always demanding something." "Can I help it if you're so beautiful?"

Once he was done cleaning up my face, he held my face in both of his palms, his touch was so careful and gentle, like he was afraid I would break if he wasn't careful enough. No one had ever held me like that before. “Look at me, Lea. I'm going to say this from the bottom of my heart. You are not pretty." I blinked at him, his words giving me confused emotions and interpretation. “You are not just pretty. You are by far one of the most beautiful women I have ever set my eyes on. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You are pregnant but yet, still attract more guys' attention than any other woman here. You rarely put effort in your dressing, you don't use jewelry or overly ridiculous ma

We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. -Anais Nin. |A L E E Z A| “Is it really you, or am I dreaming?” I questioned, gazing at the unexpected figure before me, someone who had no business being here yet. “I take it you missed me,” he chuckled, a melodic sound that echoed in the room, resonating with his own striking beauty that bordered on the edge of adorability.

"You aren't a liability anymore. You're becoming a weapon. And tonight, your brother is going to see exactly what he created." I clutched the fabric of his sweater, tears of pure exhaustion drying on my face as the SUV sped deeper into the dark territory toward Geneva. I hated the monster holding me, but God help me, I was completely captivated by the brutal way he protected his throne and I knew there was no turning back now.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Riyona, a beautiful woman with various charms that can make everyone stunned. Even the flowers bloomed in shame because of my beauty. Ah, I'm so beautiful, so beautiful. Hoho, you think I'm so confident? Of course! Life is to be confident! If you don't love yourself, then who else?

It’s beautiful, the kind of beauty that sneaks up on you, quiet and devastating. In the low light, she looks almost unreal, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, the faint shimmer dancing across her veins. There’s something fragile about her in this stillness, but it’s not weakness. It’s like looking at lightning trapped in a bottle, delicate, but capable of burning everything it touches.

- Yes. “Then what’s stopping you from devoting ten minutes to your appearance in the morning?” - Nothing. “Again, your monosyllabic answers,” Kayla sighed frantically and fell silent, looking at Leah in the rearview mirror. “My heart just bleeds... Such a beautiful girl with regular facial features and bright, unusual eyes...” she sighed again expressively, obviously still not wanting to come to terms with the idea that not everyone in this world wants to look attractive . - Why don’t you appreciate what you have at all? Where does this devilish skill come from in you to hide such beauty behind untidiness?

Even just a little. Before I could process the reality that I wasn't alone, I fell to the roof's floor. Pain saturated every part of my consciousness. I soaked it up like plants in a drought. It was beautiful. Sweet. Sharp. I blinked as I was rolled over. Looking up into the dark face above me, I realized I'd had no idea what beauty truly was. "Listen up, you dumb shit. They're mine. Step on my toes again, I'll beat you to death."

And I have never been led anywhere beautiful for my own good. Beauty, in this place, is rarely a gift. It’s a trap dressed in silk.

“You don’t see yourself as the center of the universe, let alone your own life. You have no idea of the strength that lies dormant within you, waiting for the right moment to awaken.” Heat rises in my cheeks, and I can’t help but be drawn deeper into those mesmerizing eyes. In this moment, I feel a flicker of understanding… a recognition of the power that stirs within me, a potential still waiting to be unleashed. The world around us fades, leaving only the connection between us, a bond forged in the flickering shadows of our shared existence.