You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was curious and confused. “Shut people out. Sometimes you act too strongly with your blank stare, you seem almost unmoved, and other times you smile at the simplest thing but stop almost like you don't want to be caught doing it… Maybe I am wrong but I think it's beautiful when you allow yourself to care a little more than you let on, you are beautiful and it wouldn't hurt that bad”

What an annoying little brat! "Of course! Like, isn't that obvious? Everyone here are nothing but a piece of trash except for me and those I acknowledge. I am the most perfect lady! No one can compare to me. I am beauty, brains and riches, everybody adores me! And you low lives are nothing but amusement in my eyes. I am gold! The epitome of perfection! Like, literally!" She boasted. Oh my gosh! How do I unsee that?!

“Brenna, whether you know it or not, you’re a very beautiful woman. And as such, you’ll have to get used to attracting attention.” I laughed. “Yeah, right! That’ll be the day!”

“You’ve got this sweet, innocent look that makes people think you’re harmless. That you don’t know how to play the game.” She smiled wider, as if that was her greatest victory. “It’s almost cute. Like a porcelain doll someone’s too scared to break.” Her words were like needles, sharp but coated in silk. “But don’t forget,” she added, her tone turning darker, “beauty like that can only get you so far. It fades. It cracks. And when it does, all that’s left is empty glass.” I held her gaze steadily, refusing to let her see me falter.

But the words keep tumbling out, unstoppable now. “I know I’m not beautiful, okay?!” My voice cracks. “I know I’m not like those other girls you like to hang around with—the perfect ones who are thin and pretty and who don’t have to try.” The room is so quiet now I can hear my own ragged breathing.

His heart was in a flutter. He had already known of her beauty. Her facial features were exquisite, but they were perfectly pieced together. It was like a work of art. What was worse, her beauty was completely different from other women. Her beauty was innocent and clean, which was unforgettable. It was like crystal clear lake water seeping into his blood, nourishing every part of his body, and pulling him down uncontrollably.

"But I think, for your own sake, you'd want to be my Muse." "Why would I ever—?" "I know what you crave." His eyes widened at the sudden change in her tone. From a playful, carefree one to that of coldness. Indifference. "You crave to be invincible, unseen, but your beauty makes that hard for you and why is that? You have a secret that you hide and you're not comfortable with others knowing. You care of what they would said if they found out. Am I right?" "How—"

"Do you know that? When you stop being afraid and you own what you are...you're absolutely beautiful." "Show me," she said. "Show me what it's like when you love someone who understands exactly what she carries."

Her weird sense of deja vu or call it whatever it was back. Suddenly it was her and the rich heiress in the room, it was as if her mind, a small voice was trying to tell her to remember. Only no recollections of Kimberly Cervantes came to mind no matter how hard she stared. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to share my sincerest gratitude for everyone who showed up today for this worthy cause. Remember by donating the little that-" She stopped and although Ruby was delusional at the moment, she could swear that Kimberly Cervantes was staring at her, a faint of recognition in her eyes before she uttered,

"I hope it continues…" "Tita Clarissa…" "Fatima, there are many people who say that your body is like a closet. It's painful to admit, but that's the truth. Instead of your beauty being noticed first, they notice your body. So it's a pity that you have that pretty face if you can't use it. You too… and when you regret it, it might be too late." "I don't get what you mean, Tita."