Ashes To Beauty Encounter Novels & Stories

“Yes?” “The highlight in your hair are absolutely wonderful.” He cheered and warm laughter pulsated in the room. I let out the breath and murmured a thank you. As soon as the reporters filed out and the party started, I literally ran away from the podium, away from the congratulations into a dark corner where I threw down at least five shots of Absethine. “You did good.” A rich sultry voice feathered down my spine and I carefully dropped my glass, truning to look at Asher. Gods, he was so handsome and even while I was mad at him, I still wanted to jump him.

Eva smiled softly after hearing the girl. "Can I ask you something if you're okay?" The girl asked hesitantly. "offcourse!" Eva said softly. "Have you done any plastic surgery or Botox to look this beautiful? If yes, then can you provide me with a doctor's contact no.?" The girl asked, only to receive a look from Eva which said 'are you kidding me, girl?' "No, I didn't do any of that, and I'm not even familiar with those." Eva answered.

My team members and the rest of the people in the room are watching a slideshow of my mate's picture playing on the screen. I watch along with them as the photos play from where I'm standing. The Ash in these photos looks very happy and carefree. She has the brightest and most beautiful smile that I have ever seen on a woman's face. Even though the badly dyed hair didn't suit her, it did little to diminish her beauty. The pictures are of different postures of her with a black and white silver cake on her eighteenth birthday. After a while, the picture slide ended and a video started playing. On the screen, this time is not Ash but a black old woman who is also laughing happily into the camer

Ash felt someone's presence behind him and he turned his head only to stare at the gorgeous man he ever laid his eyes on earth. For the briefest moment Ash felt like everything around him disappeared as he stared back at the Black eyed beauty in front of him. The bartender was full of jeal on his hair and makeup on his face. Ash mouth nearly watered as he stared at the most, delicious, kissable pink lips he ever seen.

I asked her as we stepped through the glass doors of the cosmetics store. “Fixing you is a two-person job.” She replied. The store assistant whose name tag read Madame Tilly, approached us with a warm smile. A burst of fragrant air floated towards me, blending with the cozy warmth of the interior. The walls were adorned with mirrors, each one surrounded by vibrant displays of makeup products. I took a seat in front of a mirror and Jeanette stood beside me while Stig sat on a chair a little further from us. "Welcome to Belle Beauty, ladies," Madame Tilly greeted us, "Is there something specific you're looking for or would you like some assistance in exploring our latest products?"

There was a woman with a rolling case of makeup, another with a lot of hair products and tools, and a third that was holding what looked like designer garment bags. "Good morning, Miss Fontaine," the one who I assume is the make up artist chirped. "Mr. Ashford informed us you're in need of a ‘transformation’ and of course we are happy to help. "A transformation?" “Why yes!” A tall elegant man spoke from the back. “We have prepared a selection based on Mr. Ashford’s instructions. So let’s begin.” He said giddily as he clapped his hands. And the next several hours where filled with luxury. I was pampered in all the ways I never thought was possible.

With a sigh, I turned away from the front and looked behind me to see a girl at the last roll waving me over. I walked over to her, tentatively and smiled hesitantly at her. She was a sub, I could tell that much. Her black hair had sharp purple highlights, and her make-up was goth style and she was wearing completely black outfits. Elites didn't entertain oddities or uniqueness like that. “Sit beside me. You didn't know? The back seats are for us. I'm sorry you had to find out like that.” She said, as she gave me a pitiful look.

Haya couldn't believe what she saw in the mirror. "Obviously, Ma'am, it's just you! See what I mean? You're so beautiful!" said her beauty therapist. "Thank you for being nice to me. Haya said with a smile." "That pleasure is mine, Mam." With a smile he said. She then got up and also put on a long beige dress that they had bought at the mall earlier. He approached Asher by wearing a suit that matched his clothes. Asher smiled at him. “You look absolutely amazing. Asher said with a smile.

He asked and Ashley felt her heart leap. "I'm Ashley" Her cheeks were heating up. "I'm Henry" He extended his hand for a handshake. Ashley hesitated before taking his hand. His hand was damn soft. They stood there, staring at each other without saying anything. Their eyes said it all. "Hmm Good night and take care of yourself" Henry waved. "Yeah good night" Ashley smiled. He stopped abruptly. "And you're very beautiful" He complimented, winking at her, then he turned back to go.

“Yes. Send” Friday, Paradise was packed as usual. There was cigar smoke and the smell of whiskey hung in the air. I didn’t mind the smell of either. I stood at the end of the long mahogany bar, finding out where the guys were sitting. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror behind the bar. I wore my hair up in a lazy bun with a few hairs framing my face, black stilettos that Nathan bought on our anniversary in Paris, and a black bandage dress that I hadn’t worn in years. I was surprised that it still fit.