You Are Way Too Beautiful Novels & Stories

we finally have all the time in the world to ourselves, don't let your fear get in the way. "I'm so lucky to have you i don't know what the goddess saw in me that made her think i was deserving of a woman so beautiful, but I'll never take it for granted." "You think I'm beautiful?" I smirked, maintaining the hushed tones we were speaking in. "Don't start that. The beautiful way that your eyes glow it makes every other brown eyes feel like a joke. I can't even describe the way your hair perfectly fall on your shoulder to your back like the goddess spent extra hours carving it out and your beautiful because it took a deep breath in her those curves the way they are perfectly aligned, the way y

“Don’t shrug it off.. Don’t shrug off any compliment anyone gives you. They mean it. “ Then I kiss her jaw. “If I say you look beautiful..” Then her neck. “I mean it…” Then her collarbone. “You are absolutely stunning Natalie…” Kisses... “I love your raw beauty.” More kisses… “No facade… You are just yourself. I love the way you are...”

She says, leaning her head to the side as she stares at me, waiting for my response. All I can do is nod. “Wonderful.” She says flashing her perfect, practiced smile at me. “It really was a pleasure to meet you Dari. I wish it were under better circumstances.” She waves back at me as she turns and leaves me standing there in the wretched cold late November air.

Electricity bolts through me at his touch, every single nerve just woke up screaming his name. He looks up at me, water droplets slipping down his temples, his black hair wet and messy, falling over his forehead in a way that makes me ache to push it back. "You're beautiful," he murmurs. "And so fucking sexy." Beautiful. No one's ever called me that, not sincerely. And definitely not in the same sentence as sexy. My heart stutters like it doesn't know how to handle both at once. "Thank you," I say, my voice shakier than I'd like. "You're... sexy too."

she yelled. “Sorry, Alita Martinez, but I don’t know how I look at you… I don’t know how I am looking at you now. You are beautiful and anyone that doesn’t or didn’t see is a damned fool. I do see you and you are amazing, a wonder to behold… and I love sights, like I love to just stand by the window or on a hill and stare at the beauty in the world and I have seen many, many places and people, but none surpasses you. You are beautiful everywhere.”

I didn’t deserve this; I did not deserve his friendship or love. Your light is my way, eeeei eeeeeiyyaaaah You are my queen, you are my love You perfect, your beautiful, you are ‘goddess The goddess of beauty, the love that I never saw coming You light up my world, you light my world and make it shine so bright

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

(just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild) Can I just be wild? (just be wild) Without feeling like I'm failing and I'm losing my mind Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful

She cries more hard hiding in her mom's embrace. " No! You didn't do anything. Mommy forgave you. Love! Look at me! Mommy is beautiful. So, whatever she forced you to say, she was jealous of mommy's beauty. That's why she said that. Remember , Love! People aren't ugly. Black, White, Brown, Fat, slim, tall, short, everyone is individually unique and beautiful. They are beautiful on their own way. But there are some people who are ugly. Not with their skins, their body sizes, but their thoughts, actions and things that they do to make people feel insecure. So don't cry. Even though she said I am ugly, but I am beautiful, am I not?"

she declared. She was gently fondling the moving image like a child. She was infatuated. She was mesmerized. She could not control her adoration on the face she was seeing. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on. No one is as gorgeous as you. No one is as lovely as you. No one is as sophisticated. Nobody! Nobody!” She began screaming at the top of her voice to prove her point. Then she felt terrible. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. You gorgeous thing. I am sorry.” She felt apologetic to her own reflection.