You Were Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

ARDYN. I should have prepared myself for this day. The day that she’d have me consumed by her beauty; by her elegance, by her appearance, by her in a whole; it was today. I knew why I’d requested that she wear a dark color. There were certain parts of her I wanted to be seen by just me and once again she disobeyed me. I never lied to myself about Zyra being the most beautiful woman I’d ever encountered but today, she had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and that disturbed me so much. It disturbed me that she was beautiful, it disturbed me that she had the body of one I desired, it disturbed me that she had managed to disturb me without even trying, and it disturbed me that every

"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.

MADDOX I laid her down on the bed and looked at how fucking gorgeous she was. Never in my life had I come across anyone who was anywhere near as stunning as her. Beauty looked at me through her eyelashes. There was undeniable lust in her eyes, but I trusted that she was being honest when she said that it was her talking and not the potion. Neo had also told me that Nika had absorbed the potion by the time that Beauty uttered those precious words of hers.

Next to the clothes was a small, steaming tray of hot broth and fresh bread left by Elena. I washed the soot and sweat from my face with trembling hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hazel eyes looked wild, wide with a lingering terror that I knew would never truly leave me. I stripped out of the remaining pieces of the expensive silk suit, sliding into the oversized sweater. The fabric was incredibly soft, swallowing my petite frame completely, but it smelled faintly of Karl’s dark cologne, a constant reminder of the man who held my leash.

she muttered, trying to awaken that satisfaction from within but anguish still engulfed her. The light in her glamorous makeup space began twitching. She looked at the incandescent bulb. It was starting to lose spark. But after a few seconds, it went back to usual. It was as if the luminescent was telling her to shun with that feeling of doubt and regain that composure she once lost – a year ago. “It was not that long time. But I know, nobody will remember.” She kept convincing herself. She began murmuring as if singing an original tune, “I…I am beautiful… I…am beautiful…” she began humming a melody, then stopped. “I am the most beautiful girl in the world, in the universe rather,” she gulpe

Atleast she is beautiful you are not even that Ezra I thought looking at my face I looked sick I got more uglier in these days My eyes were lifeless blue Dark circles made them look dead and dull My body looked as thin as a stick because of not getting proper 2 meals per day And the worst part was my skin It has lost all it's glow and anyone could assume me to be a beggar. I was never the most beautiful girl for whom boys fought for claims I was just average But now I looked worse than average I turned around not wanting to look at the mirror any longer It showed me the harsh reality "You look beautiful" His exact words made me look up at him I thought he was telling me But you always hear w

Her beige hazel eyes roamed over her each and every mark and scar on her whole body which made her heart to painfully squeeze inside her chest when she recalled how beautiful she had felt herself to be when he had kissed them ever so tenderly like her flaws were like blessing to him Inessa had always thought she was far away from this world's definition of beauty . Let alone beautiful, she didn't even worth considering closer to it until last night where he had made her to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He had made her to feel worthy in her own skin. He had made her to accept her own scars by accepting them as his but only to let her completely alone in the very next moment

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

“Would you like to join us?” “Me?” I stare at her in bafflement, wondering if my hearing was working perfectly. Seeing her nod made me question my hearing even more than before. “Is it alright?” “What makes you think that it wouldn’t be fine?” The girl asks, smiling and laughing like I asked a silly question. “Belle, you were the catalyst that helped the werewolves earn their place with the humans. You achieved something that we couldn’t for years. Thanks to you, we can be ourselves here. Everyone is grateful.”

The night was calming and quiet as the full moon shined down on us. Mother was listening to music on the radio while I was looking out the window with my headphones on. Mom wanted to have a girl's day out. So we went to the movies, a spa, and then we ate out. We were on our way back home when it happened... A car suddenly slammed against my side. Causing the car to swerve brutally out of control. Mother tried to take back control. But the car eventually flips off of the ground, rolling twice before stopping upside down.