You Were Beautiful Novels & Stories

"That is... is it lipstick?!" "Oh my!" The crowd was making noise for the young lady that will follow the man, her beautiful hand and then a slender arm came to the view as her gorgeous pair of feet came to the view. However, the woman that they were expecting was not there, instead, a rare beauty, almost breathtaking took Dion's hand and walked forward. "Who... who is that?" "Oh my... she is so beautiful. Is she an actress?" "No, I don't think so, with that face, I would have recognized her."

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

This year I also eagerly welcome the classic but certainly very new joke from you. That day I woke up very early, put on my makeup, and got ready to go back to school. In the mirror, a petite girl with waist-length black hair stood out on the black hair is a beautiful crown hairpin, neatly combed eyebrows, eyes, and long, curved eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Red lips accentuate the white skin. I suddenly felt that I was more beautiful today, confidently chose the best dress, and went to school. As soon as I went downstairs, I immediately met my parent's surprised eyes

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me? How beautiful I find you? How much I've missed you? How much you would moan and whimper with just the smallest touch of me on your skin. How your eyes always lit up whenever you saw me. How you'd blush whenever I stared at you for too long in one of your pretty dresses. “You're beautiful in your own way, baby. You don't need to look like the models you see on your I*******m explore page and wished so damn much you had their face. You don't need to be insecure over society's standards of beauty. You don't need a tiny waist, a thigh gap, a flat stomach, or slim thighs. You're perfect as you are, and I wouldn't have you any other way.

I looked at him with a blank face, "Raz... take away a lot of the perkiness and bubbly, cheery, high off skittles attitude and what are you left with?" Ezra looked at me in complete confusion, now lost on what I was saying, "Um... you would get a...still nice, friendly, compassionate girl?" I rolled my eyes, "Who does that remind you of?" "Selena Gomez?" He mumbled, confused and looking at me like I grew a second head. I smacked his arm, "No, idiot. You get pre-trauma Tiffany."

“Why not show them behind the scenes, the real you without those glamours and luxury around you.” “Thanks.” She swallowed and dropped her gaze. “Sorry. I was hard on you. As far as I can see, you are more beautiful by just being you. Like how you are with me right now.” “This is also me.” She gestured to herself. “Then be you. Can you swim?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “Because you and I are gonna swim.”

"You are beautiful," Kade said softly. His lips moved down my neck. They felt warm and light on my skin. "So fucking beautiful, Ariana. Even with these bruises. Even when you are thin from the cancer. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." His words made my eyes fill with tears. I felt ugly and weak most days. But he called me beautiful. It touched my heart deep inside. "Kade," I whispered. My fingers slid into his hair. I gently pulled him lower. I needed more of him.