Novel & Cerita She Was Pretty

MATTEO She is so beautiful. When I look at her from close, that’s what I always think. She is beautiful but she is beaten and broken. She is damaged and dangerous. They had taken her innocence and her peace of mind. It hurts me to know that whatever she does now to bring her old self back, it won’t ever be enough. Valentina is gone. It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.

I didn't want to show weakness. "Pretty," she said. "This hair is so soft. You use good products, don't you?"

This one was tough, maybe I was mistaken about her. “You aim to please, huh?” I teased. “If you wish” Now that I look at her, she was pretty. Her brown eyes complement her brunette hair, that seemed to be all over the place. Her skin was fair and her cheekbones were high. She reeked of old money elegance, and pride. One that she is struggling to hold on to. “I know what you are doing” I circle her. Her nightdress hung loosely on her body, revealing curves that would be tempting to any man.

Sherry woke up early today because she remembered that Bryan told her that they were going to visit his grandma. She put on some makeup after dressing up. She checked her appearance in the mirror. She was what people would call stunningly beautiful. She had snow white skin, an oval face, pretty eyebrows and a set of soft lips that were bright red like cherries. Her bright eyes were cold and lifeless. She wore a white long skirt, with long flaxen hair resting on her back. With a big chest and a firm butt, her body was a graceful curve representing an S-shape.

The Woman was delicate and petite, with a heart-shaped face that appeared even more youthful with her shoulder length , stylishly cut hair. She wore a white dress and sporty shoes. She did not resemble a woman in her twenties working in the professional world; rather she seemed like an innocent college student who had not yet graduated.

She rolled her eyes, her voice implying she spoke fluent sarcasm as a second language. I took a deeper look and nodded. Under all that makeup, ink, and bling, she was quite pretty. Oval face, soft-looking fair skin, delicate features. Her breasts were full, but the rest of her needed a steady diet of cheeseburger. She was a different kind of thin than Jenny. "You are very lovely, Cara." Her eyes rounded, then narrowed. Her lip pouted as if she were trying to decide if she believed me. "Interesting. I think you actually mean that."

She's a beta. How come she's a friend and nice with me while the other girls beta a while ago is so mean. "Why are you staring at me?" I snap out. I was dumbfounded with her. I just have a chance now to look at her bare face. And I realized that she's pretty. She looks like a princess. "Nothing. Just realize you're so pretty. You look like a princess." "Pffft. You're so over reacting." " No I'm not. Just telling the truth. "

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

She had a sheet mask on her face and was eating a bowl of cut apples. I picked up three gowns and held them up. "Which one?" She bummed and stroked her chin. "Hmm, this is really hard." "Oh come on." "I'm serious Morgan. I can't say. " "Just try." "Okay..." She started. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "The white one... Purity... Nice. The red one... Sexy... Good. The pink one is cute and also good. How do you expect me to pick?" "That's not an answer. "

She had just gotten back from picking Layla up from pre-school. She had forewarned Layla that there was a special guest at home. Layla was ready. However, she was still shocked when she arrived home. The woman was very pretty! Her hairstyle and her dress were so unique. Also, she was so pretty to look at. She was like a princess from a fairytale. "Hi, Miss!" Layla walked toward Shea and greeted her. "Hi, Sis!" said Shea shyly. Shea was less tense when she saw Layla.