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I don't think i have said this enough, but yet again: She's beautiful. Anna banner beautiful, Adesua Etomi beautiful, Alisha böe beautiful, Grace saif beautiful, Cleopatra Ptolemy beautiful. It's like somebody took the bests parts of all of them and moulded it into a person. She is that person. That person is she. I want to meet whoever crafted her and buy him or her a chilled bottle of Maltina.

“I don’t know flowery Latin words like you, but with the amount of vocabulary I have, and the soul of language that I can comprehend… I want to say that I have never seen a man more beautiful than you…” “Handsome would be a better word choice, don’t you think?” I said. “No. Handsome means good looking and has more visual appeal, while beautiful means pretty and attractive, giving pleasure to the senses. And you, Zephyr, you pleasure all my senses... unfathomably, beautifully.” “A great philosopher once said, ‘words have no gender, just meaning that you attach to it.’ You proved it,” I said, entwining my tongue with her as she kissed me more intensely.

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ARTEMY Rebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

It made my heart beat faster. "I would love to go on a date with you." "Really." "Yeah. I would love to." "Great." "So when should we go." "I was thinking around seven. There's a beautiful spot I want to take you and it looks better at night. In my opinion." "Then I'll see you at seven." "Great." "Oh. And Alex." "Yeah?" "Here." I grab his phone to type in my phone number. "Now we have a way to communicate." "Thanks."

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.

"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."

Her hands shot up as she grasped his wrist to pry his hand off but it was of no use. Hamza was outrageous as he squeezed her fragile neck but then he moved a little and light fell on her teary eyes. His hold instantly loosened as his eyes met with the most beautiful set of eyes he had ever seen. Her eyes were a unique shade of green with specks of brown in them.

I never thought I could ever feel like this, everytime I look at Kristen my heart flutters. Even behind those glasses she's still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and her green eyes are stunning. I can't stop looking at her. I want to be near her, so I can touch her and smell her. Geez, I'm coming off as creepy but then again I have staring at her for the last twenty minutes of gym class so maybe, yes, I am creepy.