Belleza Romane & Geschichten

Her movements deepened with mine, and I could feel her arms wrapping around my neck as I ran my hands through her hair. We pulled apart, our chests heaving and our breaths labored. I looked into her eyes, and I saw a girl that I realized I'd loved ever since I had laid my eyes on her six years ago. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone hold as much beauty as you do tonight," I whispered, my hands still resting on her rosy cheeks. It was then that snowflakes slowly began to fall around us, landing on Leia's hair and dotting it with soft, white specks, and on her eyelashes, which somehow made her impossible more breathtaking.

"Yeah. And your name is Emma." "Right. So what are you doing here?" "I actually wanted to talk to you..alone." "Talk to me? Alone? But why?" "I just want to get to know you..without an audience." "Really? What makes you interested in me?" "I guess it's because you're a new face. One that I actually take a liking to." I turn my head away to hide my blush. "Well..that changes everything. But I was just on my way home." "I can go for a walk."

I'm not interested in him or anything, but just saying. "I should be saying that to you." He replied. "Thank you. Now let's go." We got seated in his his black Lamborghini and I showed him the address. "Giselle....will you model for me?" "Model?! For what?" "For my new collection." "You're a fashion designer?! You didn't tell me!" I hit his arm. "What's the name of your company?" "Bellezza." "You cheater! I bought this dress from there." "That's why I asked you to model for my new collection. You look amazing in that dress. You're like the package deal. You'd make a great model. You're tall, have long legs, perfect smooth skin, and you're not pretty. You're beautiful."

She was tall, fit, her complexion was spotless, as well as being gifted with a symmetrical face, her hair perfectly placed in loose curls, and she smelt of what I could only describe as: rich sex. She basically radiated the kind of energy of a girl next door. From the pale-colored bodycon dress that cinched her waist to the matching blazer that sat on her shoulders—she was the epitome of high-class. A lifestyle I only dreamt of living. "Would you like a drink while we wait? Mr. Thompson is in a meeting right now." She asked as I followed her up a grand staircase and into one of the sections of the floor, where we were met with a bar. It took up the entire front half whereas the other half wa

Belle's father was the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, one of the biggest departments in the Magic Bureau, while her mother came from an aristocratic family. Standing on the side, constantly taking insults, it made Maria want to leave yet her feet were rooted to the ground. She definitely had nowhere to run when she saw the final and fourth member of the 4-S Beauties make her way towards them. The closer that elegant figure got, the more Maria understood why this girl had earned the title, Beauty of Winter. "What is your relationship with Richard-sama?" demanded the frost princess.

Bella said. " Wow, my big and small sis, I think this might not be the right time for all of these," Melissa said breaking the two up. Bella sighed before she went back to her seat. " Once again, thank you Bella, for listening to my advice. I hope you will truly be happy. You deserve the best," Zia said. She moved closer and glanced over at Bella's reflection. She was just too beautiful, her skin soft and delicate. Her dark hair was thick and beautiful that Zia couldn't help but run her fingers through them.

Sometimes I really wonder why I've ever been proud of my self-restraint, too. Normally Bella is all for understated make-up, but just like with our last scene, today she has put real effort into her appearance. Her hair is freshly washed and cascades down her shoulders in shining, brown curls, a few strands gathered at the back of her head to keep them clear off her face. Her eyes look even more expressive than usual with the heavy dark makeup, and her lips shine with the softest of pink hues. That I notice all this is my effort to keep from staring at the rest of her body

"Allow me to give it a try." Lenore hesitated, contemplating the offer. "No, I'll manage." The unfamiliar woman lifted her gaze, introducing herself as Maribella. In that moment, Ava's senses were overwhelmed by Maribella's sheer elegance, rendering her a creature of unparalleled beauty. Her pale blond tresses were slicked back into a flawless ponytail, not a single strand out of place. The sharp angles of her cheekbones contrasted with the softness of her ample lips and luminous eyes, infusing her countenance with an ethereal allure. Maribella's exquisite appearance seemed almost too extraordinary to be real.

Lost deep in her thoughts, Liza absentmindedly traced her pencil skirt's hem, painfully aware of how her charity shop attire contrasted sharply with everyone else's designer labels and brands. Just then, her phone pinged with another message, this time from her gas company threatening to disconnect her service if her account remained unpaid in full within a mere two weeks. A shiver ran down her spine; it felt like yet another cruel twist of fate conspiring against her. As she absentmindedly scrolled through her social media feed, an advertisement flashed before her eyes. It called out to young women aged 19-26, promising them an opportunity for elegance and mystery, a chance to work at an ex

With every graceful step she took, the long slit of her gown subtly revealed her smooth thighs and slender legs, drawing attention to the shimmering silver five-inch strappy heels adorning her feet. She moved with breathtaking elegance. And when the couple advanced farther down the aisle, the guests were gifted another stunning view—Belle’s bare, flawless back. The graceful curve of her waist was adorned with a delicate string of tiny crystals that cascaded downward, ending in a single teardrop-shaped diamond resting against the small of her back. The entire hall seemed captivated by her beauty. Tonight, Belle was undeniably the most stunning woman in the room. Even the world-famous runway m