Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

"I like being with you as well. I have many friends I enjoy spending my time with. With you, I would like more." "But why? I mean, you're you. And I'm, well... " "You are what? Beautiful? Kind? Funny? I am scared, Carrie. I have never been hurt like this. I am twenty-six. Careers can end at this time. How well will I play again? Do I just fade away now? So scared. On your table, when you were touching me, it was peace. Watching you today, talking with you, sitting here now, I am not scared."

When I come, it's with his name on my lips and stars behind my eyelids. Then he's inside me, moving with deep, measured strokes that make me feel every inch of him. He keeps one hand on my face, thumb brushing my cheek, eyes locked on mine like he's memorizing this moment. "You scared?" he asks, voice rough. "Terrified," I admit. "Good. Use it." He rolls his hips and I moan. "Walk in there terrified and beautiful and make them all forget Gale exists. Can you do that?" "Yes," I gasp.

through my determination. She was scared of me. ---

I spoke with a cheeky but joking tone, trying to hide my fear. I had only now realised that there's no way out of this for me. He won't let me go unless it's with him and Ace thinks I'm doing ok. God, what if I never see Ace again?. What if I never get to see his glorious abs again?. My eyes will never be blessed with such beauty again. I'm joking if you can't tell but I was actually scared.

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—"

DIXON SHERRY'S POV I walk back to the room, She is so beautiful even though she looks shabby I had to call Beauty Spa where I am the shareholder to come over and have her shaved and neat. Sitting so pretty on the bed, watching the show displayed on the Television then smiles back at me when I enter the room. "Sorry to scare you" I say as she looks a bit scared "Can we talk?" I ask softly Her face turns so sad instantly "Fine, let's go this. I will tell you my name again and you will tell me…

Alicia said as she got up to take the remote control. — But I don't... Axel said looking at Alice. — Now you're staying. Alicia answered; then she corrected herself. — Sorry, sir, I'm going to tell you a secret... Even though I like those kinds of movies, they still scare me. Are you staying? Axel couldn't refuse; it was the second time she dragged him into a situation that he would have rejected in the past. He thought that he had nothing to do about it anyway. — Okay, let's watch it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

… Back in the studio, I threw myself fully into my work. I didn't know how much time passed before the model was finally finished. I packed it carefully, called a courier, and had it sent to the hotel Theo had named. Once everything was done, the last bit of strength holding me upright collapsed. The prolonged focus and crushing pressure made my vision go black, and I fell hard to the floor. When I came to, noisy voices filled my ears. "Isn't she the wife of Theo Bennett?" "Yeah, that's her! Doesn't her husband flaunt that actress Hannah Moore everywhere? She probably got sick from the stress."

I swooped in and grabbed him by the shirt. “Start talking!” I said as I shook him. He raised his hands in the air, his eyes wide with fear. “Hey, I'm sorry!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes and dropped him because he looked genuinely scared. “What the hell? I'm not going to hit you. Don't make me look like a villain.” I said with a scoff. He smiled nervously. “I know that. But you're scary when you're mad.” He said. I glared at him and poked him in the forehead with my finger.