You Are Way Too Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

Celeste: morning beautiful :) I have been looking at her message over and over again for the past two hours and I fear that it might lose the influence it has on me. I’m grinning like an idiot and my heart tickles while reading it again. And it’s not because she called me beautiful. Celeste just cleared some doubts I had.

That part of the story does not seem important now. "You're different now," She says and I look at her. She has read my discomfort and I want to cry. She knows me more than any person in this world. This beautiful woman sitting here under this tree, with her lace top and black pants, saw through me as though I wore no clothes at all. "You helped him, even though he was black and you are white. You are not the person you were before that moment."

He looked at me in disbelief when I said, “ no” “ I mean, Luna Tia says I’m beautiful but I’ve always thought it’s what she felt she was obliged to say to me.” “ Shit…Kayla, if no one has told you then I will. You’re the most beautiful girl in all seven packs I’ve been to – all. Your hair is perfectly silky, stop obsessively worrying about it being rough, and even if it is, it could never diminish your beauty. Your skin is as though you were born to shine even in the dark, your lips…seductive and distracting. You have no idea what you do to my body when you lick your lips. Even that innocent look you initially have turns into an irresistible pull whenever you look at me with your beautiful b

“Yeah. You're mine, and you’re so goddamn beautiful. So beautiful you make my heart flutter, baby.” “Say… say that again.” My rhythm is so fast, my dick bobs on his abs, and his balls slap my ass with every drop down. “You’re so beautiful. Ethereal. Mesmerizing. And I'm happy to be fucking the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on.” “Ah, fuck… Jordan… fuck… more… please…” “My preppy looks like a sex god.” “Fuck… please… more…” “You're so fucking gorgeous I could stare at you till I go grey. You want me staring at you all day long, right?”

"I love you." ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩ It’s a beautiful life, beautiful day The day I love you to the point of madness Beautiful life, beautiful day I don’t want to lose you, beautiful my love Beautiful your heart ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩

"You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, its true." The way you do your craziness, the way you laugh at me, the way you insist your own perception to me. And I hate seeing you cry because of me, and mostly, because of the true color of reality.I just notice to myself that you are the reason why am I going crazy and I got smile on my lips.

Together. “You look stunning,” I whisper, the words barely leaving my throat. There’s so much emotion packed behind them, it’s almost hard to speak. She lets out a soft, breathless chuckle, her voice strained but trying. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.” “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I say, my voice cracking slightly. “You’re perfect.” She shakes her head slightly, a small smile curving her lips. “You’re biased.”

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" "Of course you are," I began, but she turned away. "What am I even saying? Look at me. That’s why he’ll never like me. I’ve tried everything—perfect breakfasts, lunches, even this ridiculous gold dress, just to impress him." "Don’t say that," I told her softly. "You’re beautiful the way you are. Makeup doesn’t create beauty; it just decorates what’s already there. It’s the inner light that shines through — the one that really matters."

“Yeah, I really don’t get that stuff.” “And you don’t need to!” She looked at my baby-soft skin and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it. “With your ceiling-level looks, beauty filters would only drag you down. If your photo editor depended on you, they’d probably starve to death!” “You couldn’t be more dramatic.” “You genuinely have no idea how ridiculously beautiful you are!”