Beauties Unlimited Novels & Stories

Just then, a video started playing on the screen. Barbara's voice sounded from the speakers. "I don't like how Summer looks. She doesn't deserve to be prettier than me. That's why I lied to her and got her to come to my beauty clinic for a simple whitening procedure. She didn't know that this was a hospital for plastic surgery. She's just weak. Why do you have to close my hospital?" The video kept playing as Barbara's face went white. Barbara's salon had been accused of medical malpractice before.

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

Meanwhile, I was internally screaming. Moments later, I found myself walking down the glossy hallway of the Blackwood Corporation’s private fashion studio—yes, studio, because apparently, this company was not only a business empire but a fashion house too. Of course. Why not? Why just ruin my life professionally when you can also do it sartorially? “We’ve got a few options for you,” Greta said calmly, pushing open a sleek glass door and revealing what looked like a dream closet. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t decided yet.

I chuckle and follow along to a seat and sit down. “Hi, I’m Claire and I will be working on you today. Here we do anything that involves skin care, hair care, nail polish, and makeup. When we are done you will be ready to take on the city and win.” I love her enthusiasm so I settle more comfortably in the chair ready to see what she will do. “So, I’m guessing you have a specific style you prefer. Do you know what function you are going to later?” “Not really, my boyfriend has paid for this and is taking me out on a date tonight so it would be anything.”

I was just too unsophisticated. A professional stripper raised in the hoods. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Mr. Leonardo asked, catching my attention. "Oh, this is my fiancee." Mark finally introduced. I nearly rolled my eyes again, but instead forced a professional smile. A smile that seemed real after so many months of practice. Being a stripper is huge work. "Pleasure to meet you princesa." He complimented while I gave a warm smile. "And you too Mr. Leo." I said before he gave Mark a knowing look.

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

They were unique and so I took pride in them. Bea lifted my chin and brushed her thumb over my lips, “naturally pink plump lips. They don’t even need lipstick to highlight them. Long and dense eyelashes that could be the dreamcatcher of even the gods. Silky soft skin standing in the perfect shade. Neither too tanned nor too pale — just perfect.” The staff entered my room with hangers of dresses, jewelleries, heels, perfumes and soaps. I looked at Bea, my heart restlessly skidding in my chest.

He then bites my earlobe and I gasp in surprise, feeling the pain and pleasure of the bite travel all the way down to my center. Then he continues his travels, all the way down to my thighs. He kisses and bites my inner thighs all the way up to my vagina, that is dripping with the evidence of my arousal. He looks at me, never breaking eye contact as he unties the strings that is keeping my bikini together. When it becomes undone, I try to cover myself up, but he stops me, saying, "Never hide from me, you're beautiful," With a kiss on the lips, he goes back down, leaving a kiss trail. When he reaches his destination he looks at my vagina so intensely, making me feel uncomfortable until he w

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

I was too late to fight for my love. I was too late. But despite just staying here and watching her from a distance, makes me fall in love with her even more. She is effortless and I am obsessed. I love how she coos when Bethany is crying. I love how she makes these adorably funny faces that even makes me and Ben laugh just from sitting here. I love how she is so comfortable about herself and that there’s just no pretension. She's really a perfect illustration of beauty. Effortless and simple.