Novel & Cerita You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It

Anything to keep me distracted from my sexual needs. In my rush, I bump into someone. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you” I look up to find the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m not even exaggerating. She has the type of beauty that would befit a goddess. The type that song writers sing and write about. She sneers at me. “Watch where you’re going you slut” And then the image I had of her crashes down in burning flames. Why is it that most beautiful and hot people are attractive until they open their fucking mouths? Then nothing except poison comes out.

My face was toned an advanced version of all my past features. I…was beautiful. That was a word I never associated with myself, a word I'd only hoped to be, but it livened in manifestation right before me. Who was I? Where has Maya gone!?

I asked, wanting to take a step back. “A beautiful girl with no brain is like a man who goes to the gym but doesn’t have the balls to fight when needed” she said, keeping her eyes on mine “use your beauty to your advantage and live the happy life most of the women in this world aren’t living” “I do not want to live with him, I want to leave…”

[Few minutes later] I sat in front of the mirror staring at myself. Damn I knew I was fucking beautiful, but right now! I looked like an angel, sent to disrupt mankind. Angel of seduction, queen of flirt. Goddess of beauty, the moon goddess herself. No one could dare compete to my beauty, not even Serene. I knew I was going to be the most beautiful woman at the party tonight. See if you're beautiful and you don't appreciate your beauty, it'll easily fade. So please young ladies, do not fail to appreciate your beauty always, that's how I managed to protect mine.

“You are right. I should take responsibility for my actions; it’s shameful that an old hag like me hasn’t done much growing up mentally.” “There’s nothing wrong with being imperfect Lea. It’s the path to something beautiful.” “And what is that beautiful?” She asked as I blinked. “I don’t even know.” “For a moment you sounded so wise until now.” Lea said as we both laughed in agreement.

It was subtle but very effective. ' You cannot imagine the deep passion I have for you', the note read. 'Just like the colour of this rise, I know you are passionate and I am waiting for when your passionate nature will meet with the overpowering and overwhelming passion I have for you. The result will definitely be explosive but what enchatmts me more about you is your lack of awareness of your overwhelming beauty and the effect you have on me!' I was speechless. If this man continued this, I might be unable to resist him any more. I went in to dress up. If he found me as beautiful as he just stated,then I needed to looky best for him.

"H-how would you know? It's not like you've travelled the whole damn world and checked every single-" "I just know it. There can't be anyone else more beautiful that my mate. You are special and unique. And you're mine, and that makes you the most beautiful girl ever to exist in the whole damn universe," Holy hell. I think I just peed a little in my pants.

To be someone as extraordinary as I am, and believe me, I know how arrogant that sounds, and crave nothing more than the ordinary that only one person gives me. I look over at Faith, who is walking comfortably in our silence and I can’t help but smile and breathe her all in. She is beautiful in her own right. One of those rare natural beauties who doesn’t have to try is easily overlooked but once the sunlight catches it there is no seeing it the way it was before. The extraordinary in ordinary life. She notices me staring and gives me a funny look. “What?” she asks, getting self-conscious. “Is there something on my face?”

the tailor whispered. "What makes you so beautiful to me is that you care so much about others; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you; that's what's got me for life. You aren't just beautiful; you make the space around you beautiful as well; you affect others and bring their beauty out of them, and you do it with ease. It's who you are. You are a flower that makes others bloom,

One day at a time. And it's beautiful. Not perfect. Not polished. Not what I imagined. But mine. Completely, impossibly mine. And that's everything.