Ashes To Beauty Encounter Novels & Stories

he whispered, kissing my shoulder. I was too shocked to say a word. ****** The following week was a blur of pleasure. Handcuffed and fucked till my passed out, and anal in the shower. I was sore, exhausted and completely satisfied. And finally, thee night of the reunion arrived. I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting my dress. It was red and form fitting with a slit up the thigh. I barely recognized myself. "You look beautiful," Asher said from the doorway. I turned to him. "You're not supposed to be here."

-Grace- My lips curled into a smile as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. This wasn’t just beauty, it was perfection. I had put in a lot of money, time, and effort to look this good for my date with Dominic Kingston tonight. From my 24-karat gold facial to the oxygen therapy, the lymphatic sculpting, the glass-skin hydration drip, and the custom ceramic blowout that took three hours. Anyone with functioning eyes should be able to acknowledge that.

I carefully got out, adjusting my crutches as I followed her into the salon. It was elegantly decorated on the inside but still felt like a place you could relax for a few hours. A woman with black hair was leaning on the counter popping bubble gum. “Welcome to Bea’s Beauties… Oh, Artemis. Hey girl. We didn’t expect you today. You’re not on the books till next month for that Frost event.” the girl smiled at Artemis.

-she says ending the conversation. When my session at the beauty center is over, I look spectacular. The makeup that they have put on me is super pretty and it highlights my eyes a lot; I smell very good; my hair is freshly wavy and still reaches my waist; The dress fits me like a glove, and except for the heels that are too high and do not allow me to walk well, everything together is fantastic. I'm perfect. We get into Kya's car and she activates the GPS on her mobile with the address that Azael has given her.

I looked out into the crowd, and my heart raced instantly. "Good evening. My name is Bella Hayes, founder of Belle's Beauty. I started this brand with one vision. Beauty that outlasts the moment. Because life smudges, it cracks, and it tests us. But women..." my throat tightened, but still, I pushed through, "...women are stronger than any of it. My products are designed for them, for us." Pictures were shown on the projector slides. And after it was over, everywhere was silent. I feared I failed, but then, everyone clapped. I was filled with relief. Stepped offstage with my heart pounding when I felt someone's eyes on me.

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.

"Who the hell are you people anyway? And what do you want with me?" She finally turned back to the room, and I had to remind myself how to put two words together; the woman was unbelievably gorgeous. Like the kind of gorgeous, you only expect to see in the movies. Granted, Ash and her new friends are nothing to sneeze at, but who'd risk looking at any of them long enough to see just how beautiful they really are?

Ramona left Brett's side and went to stand beside Shirley as the event started. The CEO mounted the podium and started talking. Everyone listened to him, And after listening to him, a runaway show kicked off, handled by Mr Craig, and the model he used was from MH entertainment, Maya Hancock company. After the runaway, Belle came on the podium, showing out her latest cosmetic, that's a caxa up facial skin tool used to massage the face, to avoid wrinkles fasting on the face.

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".

Occasionally, she would tilt her head in quiet consideration before dismissing a scent with the barest shift of her lips. Beau, by contrast, was the overenthusiatic confidant. He exclaimed over rich undertones, inhaling testers with exaggerated delight, and urging Ashleigh to indulge. His enthusiasm was infectious, drawing the boutique staff into the performance. Soon, the selection grew more exclusive. Vintage collections emerged from hidden cases, whispered offers of scents not yet released to the public were made.