A Beautiful Constraint Novels & Stories

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

Ben chuckled “What the ...Am very beautiful mind you “ “But not as beautiful as my Rissa “ “Yeah I guess ......”Lily confessed . “But am really beautiful ....blonde hair ,kissable lips ...,blue eyes all ,pointed ...” “Yeah ..,Blah blah blah! ,That enough “Ben said “Seriously ,I feel like smacking you right now “ “What holding you ?,Miss scary face” Lily tightened her grip on the wheel .”One more word from you ,and am gonna get us into an accident “

I didn't want to have this conversation but it was going to happen eventually so I may as well suck it up and get it over with without beating around the bush. Noah gave me a sheepish look and nodded, "Yeah." I looked at him for a brief moment before shrugging and looking out to the trees in front of us as I hugged my knees to my chest which hurt for a second because of the nasty bruise on m stomach. "They're... healing. Not the worst injuries I've seen so I'll be okay." "The doctor..." Noah hesitated, his voice soft and quiet. "he mentioned that you had a previous concussion."

She's beautiful, intoxicating, sexy, filled with life, but she is never to cross the line to our dark side, never to be touched by our hands, never to be looked at by our eyes, she's forbidden for everyone, including me. I did my usual briefing, listening and answering their questions. I swear, this generation is getting dumber by the moment. Their questions varied from 'can we sell our families and friends?' Can we taste the product? What happens if we get caught? "Sell to whoever you want, no you may not taste the product, and then you're all on your own, dare to mention me, and you'll be dead before the next sunrise," I say in a cold voice, I could be scary when I want to, and I'm working

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.

"That's a beautiful necklace." *

I would likely have more fun doing that… “I just want to get it over with Dad.” I tell him, looking out of the window as he continues to drive. “Well, in the first pack you are meeting the Beta’s daughter, Adelyn. Her mate rejected her. So there is no complication of a fated mate.” he tells me, and I rolled my eyes. Fucking marvellous. Some fucking reject that no fucker wanted… basically, I was being offered another version of Bailey!

I sink into the bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of my laptop screen. The house is quiet—finally mine for the night. I prop the pillows behind my back, spread my legs a little wider, and hit play on the video I’ve been saving all week. Two guys, both built like gods, kissing slowly and deep on a sunlit balcony. Their hands roam, shirts coming off, skin golden and smooth. My breath catches immediately. God, they’re beautiful.

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.