You Were Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You look beautiful.” For once, I didn’t argue.

Electricity bolts through me at his touch, every single nerve just woke up screaming his name. He looks up at me, water droplets slipping down his temples, his black hair wet and messy, falling over his forehead in a way that makes me ache to push it back. "You're beautiful," he murmurs. "And so fucking sexy." Beautiful. No one's ever called me that, not sincerely. And definitely not in the same sentence as sexy. My heart stutters like it doesn't know how to handle both at once. "Thank you," I say, my voice shakier than I'd like. "You're... sexy too."

I’ll will come and check up on you later during lunch break. Laura jibed at the message on her phone and her face become cold. Ding! It was another message alert sound on her phone, but this time around, the text was from Frank. [Hello Beautiful, I hope you’re okay. I was just checking up on you, would you like to grab a bite during lunch time?] She took a quick glance at her phone and replied. [I am alright, thank you. No,I don’t mind.] Laura was so glad to see a text from Frank. Having lunch with him gave her a gateway pass not to see Jayden.

Roman She looked so beautiful while fast asleep. Her little snores soared throughout their room and as always she had already yanked the blanket to her side of the bed. So typical of Mikaella! He wiped away the stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. The pinkish and purplish part of her skin on the neck made him ashamed. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind last night. The sudden urge to make her his yesterday was great.

[Few minutes later] I sat in front of the mirror staring at myself. Damn I knew I was fucking beautiful, but right now! I looked like an angel, sent to disrupt mankind. Angel of seduction, queen of flirt. Goddess of beauty, the moon goddess herself. No one could dare compete to my beauty, not even Serene. I knew I was going to be the most beautiful woman at the party tonight. See if you're beautiful and you don't appreciate your beauty, it'll easily fade. So please young ladies, do not fail to appreciate your beauty always, that's how I managed to protect mine.

My hair packed in a bun, my earring dazzling under the dark light, my heels clicking hard against the tile floor. The makeup on my face made me look three times beautiful than I originally am. I look so dazzling, if I could say that to myself. I knew I was a true definition of beauty, just that pain wanted to snatch that away from me in the end. But now everything is over, I'm now a girl with the best life I could ever wish for.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

"That is... is it lipstick?!" "Oh my!" The crowd was making noise for the young lady that will follow the man, her beautiful hand and then a slender arm came to the view as her gorgeous pair of feet came to the view. However, the woman that they were expecting was not there, instead, a rare beauty, almost breathtaking took Dion's hand and walked forward. "Who... who is that?" "Oh my... she is so beautiful. Is she an actress?" "No, I don't think so, with that face, I would have recognized her."

"Why did they do that?" "Because he is handsome, Nadya. Such is the beauty privilege. But, my dear Nadya is different. She is physically beautiful, her soul is beautiful, her voice is like a bell, and her body smells like an apple. She is Beautiful, and makes me happy," I said. "Don't you want to touch me?" asked Nadya. I was shocked. Why did she suddenly bring up that? "Of course I want to. I want to be one with you, to make our little babies," I said.

This year I also eagerly welcome the classic but certainly very new joke from you. That day I woke up very early, put on my makeup, and got ready to go back to school. In the mirror, a petite girl with waist-length black hair stood out on the black hair is a beautiful crown hairpin, neatly combed eyebrows, eyes, and long, curved eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Red lips accentuate the white skin. I suddenly felt that I was more beautiful today, confidently chose the best dress, and went to school. As soon as I went downstairs, I immediately met my parent's surprised eyes