Ashes To Beauty Encounter Novels & Stories

Typical. “Morning, Elena,” Caroline chirped, though it sounded less like a greeting and more like an announcement of her presence. She was perched daintily at the table, her manicured nails tapping against her coffee mug as she launched into a detailed recap of their trip. “You must hear about Hawaii—it was absolutely divine. The beaches, the cocktails, the spa. Oh, you have no idea how healing volcanic mud can be. Really, you should try it sometime. Then again…” Her eyes flicked over me, narrowing in that condescending way. “…maybe it’s not exactly your style.”

K: I'm sure she was a very lucky girl. E: Or I was just a lucky guy. I rub my neck for a moment before quickly pulling my hand away. I look down and see a streak of concealer on my fingers. I turn on my phone camera and examine my neck. The red marks are visible again. It's been two days and they have barely faded. Dammit. I pull my hair over my shoulder, braiding it and resting it against my bitten neck. K: Damn you. E: Why's that?

She smiled, tears forming in her eyes as she gently stroked his cheeks. “Don’t cry? It's not like I'm about to die...” he chuckled. “Cry? Who told you I'm about to cry? Even if you die, I won't cry.” She teased, and he laughed. “Of course, you are that great Becca.” Ashray watched from the rearview mirror, he took a better look at Collins, he had creamy eyes and long lashes that could make a girl jealous. He was very handsome yet, he disgusted him.

“Perfect timing. Just the question I needed. I sent him lots of images—sexy, cute, gorgeous—you know how that is. ‘Am I that unrecognizable?’ I texted. He replied, ‘I don’t believe it. Send me a live video,’ with a pleading emoji. So, I did a boomerang video right there in the salon, with a wink and tongue out. And he went... ‘Beauty, you look gorgeous! How... what... are you for real? I don’t want to sound stupid, but I’m in love with your new look already. You look stunning. I broke up with Beyoncé. How about we meet up? I want to see you again.’” Mrs. Hills was sitting by this point. “My question is: why?” she asked. “Well, why not? I wanted to teach him a lesson. All I need to do is trap

She walked majestically into the party venue, She smiled seeing how people present look at her direction, from the looks on their faces, they were astonished by her beauty. She smiled, nothing new and special. She is Ashley Brown, the wealthy CEO, everything about her is classy and expensive.

She kept wondering as she unlocked her door and sat down on the sofa, her mind kept going back to the moaning sounds she heard. How does it feels like to get laid? She kept her mind off nasty thoughts and pretended not to have seen anything, her client called her to bring the cake, she got up quickly and went to pack the cake for delivery. ****** "Thanks for coming Ben, you've really helped out today." Aisha thanked Ben as they worked on some lady's face. "You never told me you were into makeup and stuffs? Don't you think you should just open a beauty studio instead of wasting your time working as Roshan's personal Assistant." Ben suggested, as she passed her the wrong brush without even not

Anne helped her with the hairstyle and some makeup because she doesn’t have any makeup stuff. “You look so pretty, Ashley,” she complimented. “Thanks but I don’t think I am that pretty,” she said. “No, you’re. I am so right in this,” she told which made Ashley smile. “Okay, I got to go,” Ashley said when she saw the message on her phone that Hector’s ready to leave. Ashley walked out to the entrance and he’s waiting in his car. With a smile on her face, Ashley moved there. Hector couldn’t take his eyes off her. She’s so beautiful compared to what he has seen in her for all these days.

David gets shy at first, but Briana persuades him with a kiss and he springs to his feet grabbing the microphone which causes Briana to burst out of laughter. The next day, Briana walks out of her apartment wearing a blue ruffle mini dress, with pink flower designs, and white high heels, accompanied with a white purse. Her hair is curly and wavy, and she has less makeup on. David walks out of his own apartment wearing a white DeAngelo turtleneck sweater, a plaid long sleeve top/jacket, white trouser(pants) and white sneakers. They both smile while admiring each other. Briana brings out two face masks(black) from her purse, approaches David and wears it on him and her face as well.

Miss Vance, why don’t we step this way? The hairs prickled at the back of my neck. I turned and found myself face to face with Lea. Blonde hair falling sleek around her shoulders, a fitted dress in some shade designed to command attention without looking like it tried, makeup immaculate. She looked as though she had stepped out of one of those glossy magazines featuring formidable businesswomen. ‘Ash is in a meeting,’ she said smoothly, already heading for the glass doors. ‘I don’t think he wants to be disturbed. Let’s take this to the café opposite, shall we?’

Asher. Despite having woken up moments prior, Asha looks radiant beside the truck. Her platinum blonde hair captures the sun, like a crown of light. Her lithe figure draws one’s attention to its subtle and sultry curves, while the honey-brown eyes bewitch. At a distance, through the diner’s dirty window, these traits unite in the portrait of a beautiful young woman. Crass and casual, a smokescreen for a deeper emotional intelligence.