Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

“You do. You’re just afraid.” “I’m terrified,” I whispered, the admission slipping out raw. He nodded once, as if acknowledging a comrade’s confession in battle. Then he turned to face the room of buyers and stylists, his shoulders straightening. “Then let them see your terror,” he said softly. “Show them how even your fear is forged into beauty.”

She gets on her knees in-front of me. “Okay Julius. You’re right. I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll let you in and you’ll realize I’m not worth it. I’m scared of how I’m feeling for you. I’m scared that once you leave I may never get over you. I’m scared that I’ll never be enough. I’m scared that you’re smokey grey mysterious eyes will haunt me forever. I’m scared that your handsome face and perfect body is etched in my mind forever. I’m scared that no touch will ever come close to yours. I’m scared I may never be able to live without you and most of all IM SCARED THAT IM FUCKING FALLING FOR YOU MORE EVERYDAY!!” She screams bloody murder.

Now, I could feel my body getting ripped apart. I'm in the middle of a boy's fight, am I not? How could they do this while I almost pee on my beautiful glittery dress in fear? Gosh, I'm so scared. I've been eaten by this terrifying moment, and I will never let this thing happen to me again if I get the chance. This will be remembered.

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

have him all to myself for once in life something good came it came to me in the form of a man that I never thought would be so kind, I could feel his arousal growing as he pushes his hips on mine holding me in place and starts to partially dry hump the front of me. I moan in pleasure as my body sends numerous of waves of pleasure with each motion of his hips on mine, my back arches and I moan as I can feel his growth rubbing the front of my vagina, I look at him with lustful eyes, "Please take me, I cant take much more of your teasing. I want you in me so bad that I might just strip right here, right now infront of you and pounce on you myself." His face flushes to a deep red as he bites h

I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her. Mark? Did Mark really do this? Then I heard footsteps coming towards me. Fuck. I've never been as terrified as this in my life. I had to get out of here. Now.

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"

Skylar turned and was about to go but stopped listening to the next line. You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past our satellites You can see the world you brought to life, to life So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love Me Like You do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do Skylar couldn’t help but a small smile started playing on her lips, listening to Steve's first time playing guitar and singing a song.

Bamby said. “Of course, I will never break that promise to Mama,” Clarissa responded. “You know what, sweetie? I believe, someday, you would be the country’s top model and beauty queen.” Bamby was enthusiastically giving Clarissa the assurance that she would do well in the modeling industry. “Do you really think I have got what it takes to be one? I’m scared. I don’t know if I could do what you are expecting of me.” Clarissa said anxiously.

Relax—wasn’t terrible advice to take if she didn’t think that I was somewhat of a raving lunatic that was stuck with her inside the elevator. “You startled me,” she retorted, feeling embarrassed by her action, and also, I heard a defensive note of complaint in her voice. “Clearly. I have seen rabbits less jumpy than you.” My eyes narrowed to speculative slits as I slowly scanned her face. “If anyone could see your reactions right now. They would think that you are scared of me.” Am I ugly to her? She’s the only woman who’s scared of me and not bothered by my appearance. Some women will fall down on their knees begging to taste me, but Beatrice was different. And I love it. “I am starting to