Romans & histoires Beautiful

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

" Grace asked Bonnie nodded. "Your eyes are a striking silver color. Your lips are full, slightly pink." Grace touched her skin. "You have amazing skin. And I don't know if you trim your eyebrows but they look magnificent! Your cheeks are cute and puffy," She lightly pinched them and Bonnie giggled. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Bonnie." Grace whispered, "posso capire perché Lorenzo ti ama così tanto." Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, "What?" "Oh nothing," Grace laughed as she grabbed a band from her pocket and tied Bonnie's hair so it was out of her face.

But now my views towards it have completely changed, I see now that sex is beautiful and wonderful especially when you are doing it right and with the right person. As I finish off applying my makeup, I can't help but imagine how messy and rustled I will look after my much anticipated date with Lukas tonight. It's ironic because in the past if he dared mess up my hair or my makeup I would get really mad but now the thought of him fucking me so hard that he leaves me disheveled does things to me, things the lady in me used to frown upon not so long ago. After a few more minutes of touching up my makeup and brushing my hair, I'm done and ready to go meet up with

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

ACE Fuck! My imagination nor memory did not do the woman standing in front of me justice. I thought one year of not seeing her face or hearing her voice would be enough to end my infatuation with the little thing but I was mistaken. So fucking mistaken. Those big, round eyes of hers traveled down my frame. They were the kind of blue that made me believe God had carved out a piece of the sky just to bless her face with those perfect colored eyes. She had grown out her lush mane of chestnut waves, leaving it to brush those sharp shoulders. My gaze traced the line of her high cheekbones, down her straight nose, and lingered on her pink-stained cupid bow lips that were set in a pout. I wanted to

Marcus took Becky to the land of sweet scents and colours. The hummingbirds welcome them with their sweet songs. They appear between the fields of lilies and colourful flowers. A thousand butterflies with shinning colours welcome them—the sweet and calm breeze auratic the whole atmosphere. The seven rainbows appear in the sky to witness the auspicious moment of their lives. Becky looked around to see the divine beauty of nature. She has never imagined such a marvellous place in her life. It was more beautiful than Heaven. He looked at the shining smile on her gorgeous face and hugged her from the back. She closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth of his arms around

For this moment. *********

she declared. She was gently fondling the moving image like a child. She was infatuated. She was mesmerized. She could not control her adoration on the face she was seeing. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on. No one is as gorgeous as you. No one is as lovely as you. No one is as sophisticated. Nobody! Nobody!” She began screaming at the top of her voice to prove her point. Then she felt terrible. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. You gorgeous thing. I am sorry.” She felt apologetic to her own reflection.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

It’s almost like everything else in the room blurs out of focus as I focus on him. He’s beautiful. And I don’t mean beautiful in the way most people think of—no, this is something different. It’s the kind of beauty that almost makes you want to look away because it feels like you’re staring at something you’re not supposed to see. His blonde hair catches the light, the strands glistening as he moves, and his blue eyes are piercing, a cold, unfeeling shade of ice. His build is delicate, not like most omegas, but like something you’d expect to see in an art piece, and it’s a sharp contrast to the surprisingly intimidating aura he