I Hated Her With A Passion

In addition to having a well defined chin, the Prioress held wide-set blue eyes, slender-arched brows and heart-shaped red lips that seemed to smiled from under the boldness of a button nose. What was once a crone had regressed in age. Therefore, mouth still open, Audette creased her brow instinctively as felt she was no longer the prettiest thing in the forest. Focusing her

She was pretty, graceful, rich in the timidity born of uncertainty, and with a something childlike in her large eyes which captured the fancy of this starched and conventional poser among men” (Dreiser 116).

She could see how that assistant lost her professionalism while working with him. His face was a work of art that drew you in and screamed aristocracy. From his high forehead to the nobel slope of his nose. Melody’s eyes followed the path of his light freckles sprawl across the bridge of his nose and fan out onto his impossibly high cheekbones. Said cheekbones created deep valleys in his cheeks that shadowed beautifully in the not so forgiving light of the first class cabin.

dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam, and a face

She was a delightful, brave girl with brunette eyes and short hair. Her friends saw her as a fine, kind friend. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a spotty deaf person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Scarlet couldn't help but blush, but it was covered from the amount of blush the maids put on her. She examined him closely: hazel locks, a muscular build, and a kind smile.

If Arthur Dayne asked around about the lilac eyed girl, he would receive puzzled looks. Outside of the Starks, no one knew who she was. She was an outsider without connections. To all the patrons at the tourney, Reina did not

I turned to face the girl and got a good look at her for the first time. She was extremely pretty, probably even more than I was and I was credited for being extremely pretty. Her hair was midnight black and straight. Like the uncooked noodles in the boxes that I buy from the supermarket. Her face was smooth, there were no irregularities in it, no sign of any acne, and her eyes were bright and full of life.

She sighed and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror, staring at herself wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel. She had the body of a woman with curves in all the right places: ample breasts and a round bottom to even out the picture. She’d always hated that the most. She may have looked like a woman, but she felt like a small child still. She was pale- even by Arizona standards (which made hiding bruises hard)- and her hair was wavy and gorgeous. It was her eyes though, that drew in people. Deep, soulful, chocolate brown eyes that captured the attention of nearly every person she‘d ever met- except her mother.

We needed to get ready, put on our dresses and doing our makeup. We all traded dresses, Mckenzie and Isabel pulling on my matching floral dresses; Mac’s was blue with purple flowers, Isabel’s orange with pink flowers. The dresses flowed perfectly on their thin bodies, reminding me of colorful butterflies, twirling around with skirts like wings. I slipped on a soft dress that was the color of the night sky, my hair cascading down my back, and glancing over at Elise looking like an angel in a white

Her thick long mane fail messily onto the right side of her shoulder perfectly, while she adjusted her skin tight apple red dress. She had on gold bamboo earrings, and black Steve Madden stilettos with red heels. She could be a classy bitch when she wanted to, but would still knock a hoe out in a heartbeat. That was the fiery side of her. She had that whole beautiful nutjob vibe going on. Her body still looked great for her age. Gravity had been treating her well. Even despite all the boozing. Still, cigarette in one hand, her clutch in the other, my mom was a complete knockout. Model pretty, but not model like .As I untwisted my light brown ponytail I gazed at her. Staring at a face that looked so similar to mine, but a scowl that appeared so different at the same time. Her eye makeup ran slightly, but she was already too buzzed up to

She was the perfect cliché of the pretty blond hair, blue eyed girl that everyone loved to hate. No one actually hated her though. She did, in fact, have long golden blond hair that fell down her back, and big bright blue eyes, but the difference between her and the cliché was that no one hated her. Everyone loved her for her maturity and her old soul. She was outgoing and never let what anyone thought or said about her tear or down or changes how she felt about herself or anything around her. Whatever she did was done with grace and intelligence. I had always sought to be like her. She was always my role model, and I loved being proud that she was the one I got to look up to. I had always strived for her approval and never wanted to disappoint

The hot summer sun shone through the window of the car and it pierced Michael's eyes. Sweat dripped down his dark forehead and he brushed it away. He looked across at Mrs White. She had a beautiful sky blue hat with yellow flowers that shone in the sun. Her long cream dress moved in the breeze blowing through the car window.

She was very pretty. Her hair color is black and eyes are big. They 're round too, which is impossible. Her eyelashes are seductive with her crimson red lips. She looked like she came out of a model magazine. Her exterior is beautiful, but her heart is black like ashes. She 's merciless and does not care

My eyes began to adjust to the light just enough to see the man who spoke was tall, lanky and elegantly attractive. The surprisingly strong woman, Elizabeta, wasn’t elegant in most ways. Her wavy hair was in a disorganized bun with hair pins that stood out in distinction from her tresses. She wore a commonplace kitchen dress with a floral arrangement nearly veiled from sight by dirt and residue. Even her skin and hair was layered in filth excluding her hands and apron.