Beautiful Brute Novels & Stories

She just looked. And what she saw is that she had pretty smooth skin that didn't have even one pimple; flawless. Her color was ebony like polished wood, her brow was arched naturally the way that others paid fifteen dollars a pop for her to do for them with a pair of tweezers. Her eyes were deep and black, like endless holes-not even brown but solid black and almond shaped like a Hawaiian's. She had a voluptuous body back when all of the other girls had flat chests and boyish shapes. Big and solid is what she was, like an hour glass, a coke bottle a guitar¡­ Juicy laughed. He said she was fine. Felix said she was fine. Momma said she was fine, so why the hell hadn't she ever seen it? B

Sheila found herself in a daze, admiring his well defined facial features. She had to admit that the man before her was handsome. Maybe using handsome would still be an understatement, the guy was devilishly hot and sexy. David watched with amusement as the little woman engrossed herself in admiring him. A smile was etched at the corner of his lips. " Care for a glass of wine?" he asked and only then did the girl look away, swallowing in embarrassment as she realized that she has been discovered ogling at his beauty. " Why not?" Sheila replied nonchalantly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

"Wow, that's amazing! I can tell you're a talented person. You must make a lot of money from writing, right?" Every man liked being admired, especially by beautiful women. Being straightforward by nature, I responded honestly, "It's alright. I've earned a few million, enough to retire on. I've put down the pen now." Her eyes widened in shock at my words. She blurted out, "Let's exchange numbers, sir! That way, you can ask me if you have any questions about the supplements." I was momentarily at a loss as this was the first time a beautiful woman had ever asked for my number.

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back.

“Handsome! Absolutely stunning!” “Then it’s perfect!” ***

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.