You Were Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

My face was toned an advanced version of all my past features. I…was beautiful. That was a word I never associated with myself, a word I'd only hoped to be, but it livened in manifestation right before me. Who was I? Where has Maya gone!?

I stared at the beautiful woman in the mirror as she stared back at me. I couldn't believe that it was my face staring back at me. I looked so different and prettier, and even though it was by no means simple, the makeup wasn't too much either. We know you asked for simple makeup, but your hair was so good and you have nice skin and face, you might be the most beautiful woman, we have worked on so far. The most beautiful, that one was for only one person in my life, Fiona. Dad and Mom always referred to her as the beautiful one, and that made me doubt my looks, but tonight I looked different, it was still the same face but prettier.

I wouldn’t hold a candle to her and seriously, why would Hunter choose me over her supermodel body and Hollywood starlet face? The girls echoed many of the insecurities I had with myself, but they said something I didn’t agree with. They said nothing about me was noteworthy but my scars, and my scars did nothing but make me hideous. Maybe Chaise was right. It was time I showed these brainless morons what I was really made of. I went to the girls’ room and dialed Dominic’s number. “Hey, girl. What’s up?” “You’re right. Maybe I can play a song or two with you.”

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

He kisses my neck and shoulder before whispering, "I told you, you were beautiful..." "Zachariah..." My eyes go to the skin exposed near my chest as I continue, "M... M... My S... Sc... Sca... Scars... How can I be beautiful?" I can't stop the tears that slip from my eyes. He turns me to face him and places his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. "Yasmine, your scars add to your beauty. I don't even see them anymore... Please wear it for me?"

"Caring about people who don't deserve it." Something flickered across her face. Hurt. The sight bothered me immediately. I looked away first. Weak. Pathetic. The old me would've laughed at this version of myself. The man who couldn't even look at a woman without feeling like the ground beneath him was shifting. "You think you're the only broken person in this room?" she asked quietly. My eyes returned to hers. The firelight danced across her face. Gold and shadows. Beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. I shouldn't have noticed. I noticed anyway.

She was beautiful. She was so beautiful beneath the falling rain. She was so beautiful standing by her locker in the morning, as if she were waiting for him with quiet hope. She was so beautiful when she slept beside him. She was so beautiful when she smiled shyly during their first dance. She was so beautiful beneath the glittering city lights on the night they walked together. She was so beautiful when she appeared between her father and cousin as Gaara came to pick her up under the moonlight. She was so beautiful when she told Gaara about the list of festival street foods she recommended he try once they arrived.

What did I just say? "You are so beautiful." I was still thinking of a loophole. ‘Admit it!’ No! "You are so beautiful... waterfalls! Oh yes! Waterfalls are beautiful, aren't they?" She nodded again and happily stared at the view. Well, she bought my lame excuse. Whew!

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my