You Could Make This Place Beautiful Novels & Stories

"Come on, there's one more thing to show you." We're nearby to a place so simple yet so beautiful, it can be compared to Heaven. If Heaven was a real place. Thinking of it now, maybe this place is Heaven itself. We ride for another 10 minutes and we're there! My place. And what's so special about it? Nothing and everything.

--- She speaks delightedly, staring at herself in the reflection of the mirror, running her hand through her hair. "I'm glad you like it."---I sit down on the bed, after all I've been standing all this time. "You knocked it out of the park, Camila. You can't help but like it."--- Moon praises. "I've always liked messing with hair, the beauty area itself. I like the way makeup beautifies a person, it can make anyone look beautiful. It's a magic that makeup does to everyone."---I lean back against the headboard.

"I was thinking... How should we design our cafe?... It should be something creative." Bella asked. "I was thinking that we can decorate it with theme... For example, Interior like game of thrones or vampire diaries or BTS... Or may be some other famous shows." Jasmine suggested. "And i think we should buy it somewhere near school, college or office... It will be profitable." "Wow! Very smart." Bella gave her hifi. "I have already talked to broker... Tomorrow we will go to see our apartment and shop..." Jasmine held her hand.

She marveled, “It’s as if this place is not of this world. “I told you, it’s the Earth’s magic. There are rumored to be many such places throughout the world, but I have seen very few of them. As far as I know, this is the only one around here for miles, perhaps this is the last one, for all I know. We call it the old place.” “The old place,” she repeated, “It’s simply beautiful. No wonder you didn’t want us to be followed down here.” “I have more reason than just its beauty. There are some bad men in this world who would like to see this place gone for good.”

I could literally be a p*******t model or whatever they call it. This place is a paradise. This place make me feel like I am free, but I can't hide the fact that I miss the city lights and the busy streets. Most of, I think this is the place where I belong. This is the place I can call home.

He couldn't see her face but he knew she would be surprised . He had taken it upon himself to make the place to dazzling and more beautiful than it already was . And she blended in perfectly with her surrounding . Beautiful . "What is this place ?? . " He heard her whispering to herself and he smiled . At least she liked it . "You may call it beautiful . " He said from behind her . She turned to face him and his breath caught in his throat . It was one thing that she was beautiful without makeup and it was another thing that she was beautiful with make up .

Moments later, we found ourselves seated beneath the cool shade of vibrant tropical trees, their colorful canopies filtering the light as birds serenaded us with their melodies, fluttering beneath the grand glass dome overhead. “This place is stunning,” I whispered, glancing around in quiet wonder. Mrs. Monroe laughed softly. “I’m glad you think so. I created this space as my personal sanctuary somewhere I could recharge and clear out all the bad energy.” A wistful smile curved my lips. “I wish I had a place like this.”

“Grayson… you’ve built something beautiful here. You’ve created the life she wanted for you, even if she never got to see it.” Grayson’s gaze softened as he absorbed my words, and I felt a surge of warmth, a need to reassure him even more. Gently slipping my hands from his, I spread my arms, gesturing to the serene surroundings with a smile. “I love this place,” I said excitedly, walking a few steps ahead. “It’s beautiful, Grayson. Knowing this was your first achievement—it just makes it even more special.”

The place… was adorned with roses of every color, and a gentle river flowed through the landscape, adding to its charm. The sight was beyond what she had expected, and if there was no Jack, Michelle, and the staff… Brianna will think that this place is like a surreal dream, and she’s the Alice in this story. “It’s so beautiful. I never knew that a place like this could exist… How much did he pay for renting this place?” she mused, glancing silently at the Alpha. Occasionally she clicked her tongue, as she couldn’t help but really admire this place.

The kind you find at the corner shop near a school that sells them to children in the spring. He carried it very carefully. Adrian had looked at it. “What’s the plant for?” he asked. Noah looked at him with the patience of someone explaining something self-evident to a person who is going to understand it in a moment. “They say plants make a place feel lived in,” he said. He looked around the penthouse. The vast, beautiful, expensively furnished, thoroughly impersonal penthouse that Victoria had decorated to look like a stage set for a