Beautiful: A Novels & Stories

I’ll will come and check up on you later during lunch break. Laura jibed at the message on her phone and her face become cold. Ding! It was another message alert sound on her phone, but this time around, the text was from Frank. [Hello Beautiful, I hope you’re okay. I was just checking up on you, would you like to grab a bite during lunch time?] She took a quick glance at her phone and replied. [I am alright, thank you. No,I don’t mind.] Laura was so glad to see a text from Frank. Having lunch with him gave her a gateway pass not to see Jayden.

I am overwhelmed by my experience of the day it was truly amazing and I fully agree that they have earned their reputation many times over. “Wow. You guys are amazing I cannot thank you all enough for this. You are miracle workers.” “No ma’am we only tidied up a little, the truth is you are naturally beautiful we just made sure that now everyone can see it.” My hormones choose that moment to pull on my emotions and I find myself fighting back tears. “Don’t cry! You will ruin your makeup!” Anya exclaims in a panic and rushes over. “I’m sorry, I’m just so grateful and I couldn’t control myself.”

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.

Quinn throws. "Pretty could never describe to how beautiful she is." Benedict answers. My. Heart. Is. Dead.

Beautiful. A word which brings a smile to a woman’s face. A word every girl likes to hear, especially when it’s coming out of the mouth of the one who is special to her. Being beautiful is like a blessing for a woman. But not for her. She hates the word beautiful. She hates it when people look at her and say that she is beautiful. Being beautiful is like a curse for her because of which she had to and will have to suffer all her life. ***

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

No name. No number. Just a single sentence: “You look beautiful when you’re scared.”

“You look so beautiful, my darling.” He looked down at her with so much love. Her long, black hair was spread out across the white sheets, a beautiful contrast that took his breath away. It was like a piece of art, something precious and rare. He felt as though she was a creature from a story, a siren with the power to draw him in, but instead of pulling him into a dark ocean, she was pulling him into the deepest, most wonderful parts of love. She was his entire world now.